October 3, 2011
Such steady eyes
look at me
see through the thoughts
in my mind,
sift through the meanings;
my lips lift
you stare,
Ever wondering at my expressions;
I've never known such curiosity
directed at me.
I don't know what to give freely
or what to keep inside.
You want to know so much,
but what should I hide?

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