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June 21, 2011

You see right through me.

You always have. You always will, I fear.

You don’t give me the gift of shame –

I can’t hide or deny my thoughts

when you are in my head.

My carefully constructed facade

crumbles at your intrusion.

You know what exactly to ask

to solicit the answers I don’t want to give you.

My tightly wound emotions

uncoil and snake around you,

intent on either seducing or strangling you.

My intense concentration

breaks the moment you ask me, well,

anything.

I have learned, no matter how hard I try,

no matter how determined I am to be otherwise,

I can be nothing but naked in front of you.

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