I stand before you,
As an injured bird.
Vulnerable to touch,
Complete with the naive desire to be loved.
The freedom of my raw flesh,
Remains the only mask between us, yet is anything but.
I am stripped bare to the bone.
I am inside out.
The indulgences and flaws,
The failures and scars, from past and present.
They display themselves to you like a sinister creature,
Lurking always. Pulling me from you, if we let it.
So let's fly free like doves of peace,
Away from the demons of our minds.
They can trail behind us as we go.
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