dismantling, disengaging
little by little, piece by piece,
the guarded symphony
of your secrets and certain
eyes, uncovering what
you have long hidden
to stare at the naked truth
and know there is nothing
i would not touch or
seek to understand, then
the hours unfold into
timid nights, clinging
helplessly to the threads
that wrap you delicately.
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