Who am I, rid of fake? - 2004

Who am I, rid of fake?
The mask is off - what then?
A little girl?
All swirl of curls?
But what is, then, that gloom -
A straight line of an ache
That's crawling down the spine,
With fears there entwined?
I'm loosing all to doom...
I need one desperate dive
To be again alive.

5.01.2004
(с)kRu
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