In light of the world, I wear a mask,
A cloak to hide my daunting, task.
Autumn leaves dance, but I stand still,
Concealing truths, by force of will.
A spectrum woven, colors defined,
Yet, in this masquerade I dance, in solace I find.
To navigate a realm that seldom sees,
The beauty that resides in subtleties.
Behind the mask, a kaleidoscope spin's,
A...
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