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Just as I discover
softness curving
into beauty
something inside
tells me to
protect it
from transgression.
So I close myself
only to discover
the narcissist in me
and now I want
to protect myself
from that streak
of narcissism.
Do I want to let
myself fly out
in the open skies
over green meadows
and blue waters of
ocean and into
the mysterious valleys
beneath snow-clad peaks?
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