perfectly wrapped
in gold shiny paper.
a white ribbon,
a bold green bow.
the whole thing sparkles
in the lights
of
Christmas.
i pick it up, i bring it
close.
what luck i have found.
i'm in love with whatever
has been wrapped
so beautifully for me,
but i'm afraid these days to
open anything up,
or anyone. i put the scissors
down,
i'd rather not know
what lies
inside. i'd rather not see.
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