disguise themselves
as pure,
as good, as clean
and wonderful
as new
driven snow.
but they aren't.
show me the flaws,
the scars instead,
show me the wounds
that still bleed
and are yet to heal.
show me
the dark side of
your moon,
your lisp, your nervousness,
your hidden room.
be fragile, beneath
the snow.
be more than just what
i see on the surface,
show me what lies
below.
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