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it used to be special and exciting

now it's dulled and drives me mad.

evolution ceased,

i've tired of it's atmosphere;

the way it makes me sweat-

the way it entices me

with ready-to-pluck ripe beauty-

reminding me

of who i am and where i've been

and why i feel so undesirable.

everybody can see-

not everybody can feel-

not everybody will understand-

everybody can't know.

i'm alone -

with you-

together-

by myself.

i'm hidden, embarrassed.

Tired, i call it night.