You possess an inner beauty
pure and untouched
crisp and crystal clear
like the blue burn of a
new flame
I've tried to reach it
but it's inaccessible
sealed away beneath
folds of pain and shards of shrapnel
buried between layers of callousness
Why? For protection or because of fear?
Are you scared that the surreal and virginal
will be weakened, watermarked
become the missing scale in your hide
the exposed underbelly of your shell
Can I see in
stare past your golden eyes
into your wonderful inner being
pure like the white light
at the center of the sun
Do you trust me enough?
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