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One shot and poem series about a lot of different things. Some from english assignments, some about lost sanity, some about love, but all are me. It's how I can vent creatively.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 27 - Words: 7,804 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 03-18-13 - Published: 04-21-09 - id: 2663444
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Here I stand before you,
Naked,
Yet still you avert your eyes.
Am I ugly?
No, all have called me Beautiful.
Even without my mask,
The fact with Proof remains.
'Tis not my Body with which
You find Displeasure.
I stand here without fear,
Bare,
Yet still you reject me.
Embrace me; Touch my skin;
Know me; Caress my head.
Let me feel the Love
I cannot See.
Only once I am Masked and Clothed
Do you know me.
When will you Love me Naked?
When will you Hold me Bare?
Disrobe yourself, and
Give me all of you,
Raw, unmasked.
I will Love you Naked.
I will See you, Bare and Beautiful;
Unlike you See me.
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