You think you saw me bare,
Because of the clothes I took off.
You think you saw me cry,
Because of some tears from my eyes.
Tell me, what is my dream?
Tell me, what breaks my heart?
You have seen me exposed,
You have embraced my body.
You have felt my lips,
Like that of a soul mate.
Tell me, something about my childhood,
Tell me, a story of mine you were not a part
of.
You have seen it lie around,
Never cared enough to open it.
A silent reminder in the closet,
You expected to be always there.
A book you once found,
But never got around to opening.
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