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hurts (10 March 2011)

30 Apr

you want to know what hurts me?

it’s those masks you wear
it is your definition of naked

it is the blinkers on your eyes
your rose-tinted glasses

it’s the number of veils you wear
and won’t let me lift

it’s the escaping out of your body
when I need you here

it’s not believing a lotus
can grow out of mud

What is my exile?
It is this!

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