A face we wore to help forget,
the sins we hold,
we too regret.
To hide our hands,
full heavy gold.
To mountains clamber,
too, friends we’ve sold.
A mask we filled with false amend,
for sins untold,
the sins of men.
Isaac Olajos
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Born in 1993. A student at McMaster University. I run a creative writing blog called ThinkWords.org, check it out! Talk to me about adventure, food, travel, music, science, opinions, or anything to get my mind running and you will have won me over.
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