Yawning at your feet
It waits for you to look
Inside
Why do you turn away,
dear one
Why do you run and hide?
You cleaned the mirror
As a child
You had no fear
Of what you’d find
But the clear white sparkle
In your eyes
Dimmed
When it was set aside
Take off your mask
Dearly Beloved
Show me what I need
To see
Show me who I am
And all I’ll ever be
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