mask~ December’s last Nifty-Fifty

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mask


a facade, her face

no trace

seeming stoic, strong

striding along

nerved of steel

surreal

none aware

or care

you broke her heart

tore it apart

stole her breath

living  death

she bleeds

your misdeeds

unspoken

each night, alone, broken

sorrow assails

she wails

only you know

what you owe






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The easy description is:Six foot four20-21 stone *280 lbs+*Silver blond hairWhite goateebald on top, full on the sidesI’m large... fast on my feetand built like a brick shithousebut, with a heart as soft as warmc

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