The Tinman's mask

September 13, 2017
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This mask I wear
Is drawing thin.
In time you will see the tear.
But now, I am a man of tin.
I stand stern,
Though I am weak.
Days I have yearn:
For us, the meek.
But I know twenty-twenty,
Cannot even see through me.
I am a mighty oak on out,
But in, there is nothing.
I know little about 
Those who are loving.
For this tinman is heartbroken.
My mask, in shadow my heart, is hidden.

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