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How cruel to the bone

was every visitor; its unknown.


They arrived yet could never leave,

It was all too hard, too vague to believe.


I strained to see

if anyone would recognise me.


Hidden behind these masks

biding time on some mundane tasks.


No one could hear

beyond one’s fears.


Careless whispers

of bodies without souls.


We hovered

sporting masks of all kinds.