Don’t be afraid to let me see you.
Everyone wears masks
that cover their disgrace
and pain
and lusts….
playing for audiences,
whether it be near
or far away…
I want to see your face,
your naked soul in all its
gloriousness…
(or notoriousness)
the velvet contours, as well
as the ridges of contempt and
condescendence.
Don’t close your eyes to me
as I am insignificant…
Does it really matter if I see
that there is actually nothing but
boredom and a hard bone?
… if this be the case
of course.
YURI DURAAN
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