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But with a different mask.
No matter how the Earth rotates,
She stood in a dark state,
The state she was born in is fate.
She is in a mask,
Blinding her to the task.
The task of living in an estate,
And her mask has two spaces in the subtask.
To breathe,
To eat and drink,
Keeping her eyes in total darkness in restate.
Years have gone so to taste,
For she multitasks,
Thinking that that will unmask,
Making her reality an overtask,
As she was restless in a state,
Then one day she stood instigate.
Sit herself down and asks,
Thinking about how to unmask.
She desires to touch her face in overstate,
And not to react in the known state.
She noticed that she wore no mask,
She then aims to wash her eyes as a task.
Months later she Equitate,
Around her estate.
Later then she migrates,
Knowing that her darkness creates,
Something she operates,
Something not to exaggerate,
But to moderate,
So she celebrated,
And the acquired beauty she decorates,
Which incorporates,
And firmly operate,
On her life and her reality show in a rate.
From one state in a mask,
To another state in a mask,
But with a different task.
