Skin Deep
You and I can’t see it,
but believe me,
it’s there
lurking.
When you and I grin
know this,
it’s there
sleeping.
But as soon as you leave,
I’m alone,
it’s there
stirring.
As if my skin is coming apart
at the seams,
it’s there
roaring.
Please don’t leave.
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