You are beautiful
I wonder if you know it
I wonder if you wake each morning feeling groggy
I wonder if you force yourself out of bed
I wonder if in front of the mirror, you tear yourself apart
analyzing the terrain, intending to smooth cracks in the unfired clay
I wonder if clothes are a costume, a burden
I wonder if your shoes are comfortable or just aesthetically pleasing
I wonder if you put on a voice to meet strangers
I wonder if you dance, in the flow of your passion
or whether each step is an effort, paid indenture
Is your smile an invitation, bridge to your heart,
or like the plastic I pass you to keep our hands at distance?
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