Excuse me.
I must go get naked
Of pretense, masks and artifice.
Now I’m standing,
Only skin and bones before
The mirror
Who’s laughing?
Am I more human
now?
What if I like this naked me?
Stripped bare against cold, wet voices?
Then I must trust myself
Never to get dressed again
Ever.
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