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you are all my ghosts and i dance to keep you from the door
just one more buckle and i’m done, buckled up and in
knuckle under
and laugh
get my hair caught in the catch
see the girl with the almond eyes watch me
hold my tongue
stand up, stand tall, and shake the sleep out of my head
stretch and yawn and think i’m someone else
all animal
borrowed clothes, borrowed legs, borrowed time, borrowed courage
stolen man
stolen glances
in a world of sensual sense, in a world of sensuality
enough to make you smile
to think you’re something different
but that i’m just a cardboard cut out
without dignity
but with integrity
and with beauty
i see you watching me
and i’m more than that
will be more than that
as i slide on my mask
‘for we are perfect in our imperfections’
i'm here to remind you
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