I Am Dressed
i lie
swathed in secrets
the threads i weave
they shelter me, catch me when i fall
truth
its all in the mind
so why strip me
of my glory
of my clothes
ripping weak cloth
with hard hands
to see me
bare
cold
naked
when you really needed
to just
imagine
and it would seem as real.
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