TweetA Poem by Gaia Octavia
It reeks of anonymity,
this place where everyone is free to don the mask they choose to be and let loose their timidity But in this place no one can see past all your curiosities, it seems a fitting irony, it's only here I'm truly me © 2017 Gaia OctaviaAuthor's Note
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