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My True Face
Allow me to take a bow,
and reveal my true face.
Though I feel compelled to tell you,
you shall only blanch with distaste.
It is riddled with joy,
wrinkled by pain.
Touched by insanity,
lined with dismay.
It masks a great mind,
packed with dark plots.
Paired with swift fingers,
a force there is wrought.
So as we do talk,
hold down your place.
Sit back, relax,
let me put a smile on your face.
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