Letters for the Mask Maker

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1480.123937

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2804.420584

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2025-02-22 22:28:40.045 -0600

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each mask a shelter from truth Collectors gather at midnight, trading faces like addicts trade fixes Hollow eyes seek new shells, each layer polishing away what lies beneath The dealer waits, patient as decay, counting coins that glitter like desperate eyes Their faithful empty their pockets, walls lined with false faces, still searching for the one that fills the void

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A darker trade lurks, with borrowed skins. Between these lines, the truth emerges, not salvation sold, but souls consumed.

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Beneath those masks, the creature's true face, has long vanished

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You translate fluently, in this tug of war, both sides are still you

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