bared to the notice is truths coming into view hoping to be seen... a use for depths to admit emotion is moving with the consistency of wants n needs... from imperfections to a norm that fits rather nicely settled into motions... there's a forever sense that is willing to be a lifetime if the chance ever accepts intent as a devotion... n when the first cut stretches yrs in the making of moving on is self recognizing worth... knowing when a friend is to actually appear life feels as if it starts all over again as chuckles lurk... doing a lil thing with the face that not jus anyone can create by jus being who they are... n it's when they dig themselves into the earning of tenderness that silences the alarms... naked to sight n damn near blind luv itself is an attempt to have more than the image in the mirror mimicking facial expressions hoping to live... as what surfaces is a rare distinction of details showing the design in which self has grown to wanna give... opened to the peace to be felt beneath the texture of skin that hides who resides outta sight... seen by actions that hold passion tight enough to breathe... like a lost art that's returned to the knowing of how to feel someone else when fingertips flow on curves to please... sinking in to the inner makings of a truce changing for sensitivities to be exposed... relations when done right is the creativity resurrected from the heart when one no longer hasta be alone...
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