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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,


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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