“How Beautiful Are You?”
My skin has shed with the seasons
like I’m taking off a retired old jacket
when I take off my clothes
I feel like I’m opening like a flower
especially if somebody is in front of me
I’m pulling back the curtains
inviting someone inside
but when they say
“how beautiful are you?”
it means nothing to me
nothing, at all
nothing, anymore.
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