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A Poem by Marina

I stand here on a pile of bones,
of a past buried underneath cold snow
that melted when the light shone through,
the windows I've opened up for you
I stand here bare of any armor
in what feels like scorching desert sun
on my scarred and marked appearance
that no longer wants to hide nor run
I stand here completely naked
to the eyes of only you
wondering if they see with knowledge
all they perceive now is truth

© 2012 Marina


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