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Mask
It's paper thin, a veil.
It is not ghostly, it is hardened.
Well-worn, engraved, everlasting.
Been there so long, it cannot be seperated.
It hides a truth too unadorned for corporeal eyes.
Is it seen? I cannot be.
Its secret is not invisibility.
Imbued with flesh and bone, it is not something that can be taken.
Created with the purpose of protection.
It is born with us, from us, is us.
A part of our body that is not physical.
Something we rejoice in, that saves us constantly.
We evolved to have it, and cannot live without it.
