I have a captive soul

Kept by will, in thrall

A little, starved tyke,

Of all things grotesque.

A truant , flees to shores

Of alien lives and griefs,

Puts on robes of chiefs

Parrots pain, mirrors risks.

As savant, sense subdued

A dread spreads for fame

Since the mask survived,

And i buried, feel the flame.

@ARTEMIS

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