i wonder if you see two worlds:
how things seem
and how things really are
cold shoulders
how could i say to the stranger on the sidewalk,
you fascinate me
looking back through the years,
i finally see
behind my own mask
behind those
devil needs,
crossed-eyes and
crooked teeth
i am
a little broken
a little bruised
but i am ready
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