Your Curtain

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What am I hiding?

Sadly, thats not the question.

My question, the one that hangs on my shoulders is,

What are you hiding?

 

Because, believe it or not, I can see it.

They call us readers, and we see you.

All of those things you write and cry about,

I'm forced to see the minute I look at you.

 

Thats what I cry about.

I'm tortured by you, all of you.

I see the colors and shapes of your very souls with a touch, a glance.

And I'm so sorry.

 

I'm sorry to invade,

I know you hate me,

or you would if you knew.

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