Don’t show me your body. Show me what’s underneath devious skin. Deceptive layers of flesh are hardly attractive in the darkness we dance in. There are galaxies of inevitable possibility within you. If I can reach inside I’d find the stars. NASA looks up, but I look straight ahead. For what I’ve already found, for what I wish to. Love isn’t just a four letter word that tells you I care. It’s a four letter word that tells you I don’t care what they think of us. If this reality is too hard for them, then find another one. But this is here. This is now. And this. These hours. These moments. These memories. This laughter. This family. These words. These publications. It’s mine. Mine.
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