Flawless Behind the Veil
There are 7,289,823,512 people that I'm-
stealing from, sharing with,
against, along,
trying to please.
Under my veil, I say-
see me, like me,
care about me, get me,
understand me.
And then you don't-
I finally realize
you can't.
Your veil is in the way.
The sky is blue without you
saying it is,
appreciating it.
I am the sky.
I am flawless.
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