Masks

Layer by layer
We shed off the masks
That we wear
Only when touched upon by
Fingers that can reach us
Rip off our armors
And whatever remains of us
Is our naked self
Full of imperfections
Little faults
Residues of emotions
Inside the vaults
That can only be set free
By those
Who hold a similar key
As ours.

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