Poem -
The mask
The death mask, bloated,
Stares me down,
Its charms hang loosely,
Emit a silent sound.
Once eyes were open,
Like sparkling gems,
And lips spoke kindly,
Of loyal friends.
But now, a mask,
Without a voice,
Oh but if I could swap,
'twould be my choice.
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