The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
FACELESS
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Brian Connelly
What are we without our faces?
Without our distinctive features.
No eyes to see the morning sun.
No mouth to sing a lullaby.
No nose to smell baking cookies.
We would be mere strokes of color.
A dripping rainbow of hues.
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