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Let’s burn our masks at midnightand as flickering flames ascend,under the witness of star-clouds,let us vow to reclaim our true selves.Done with hiding and weary of lying,we’ll reconcile without and within.Then, like naked squint-eyed newborns,we’ll greet the glorious birth of dawn;blinking at the blazing, wondrous colorswe somehow failed to notice before.
