Imagine a man, mostly
Who I really don’t know
Quiet as the emerging sunrise
Disappearing into his shadow
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Confession is difficult
I promise not to flee
Windows guard my soul
Yet your eyes penetrate me
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Virtually naked before you
Not so many secrets
Few dark tales
Just a smattering of regrets
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That cavern in my heart
Void of moonlight prose
Now, painted in love tones
Each new memory grows
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