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it is true when in truth I often find that one cannot be desired or denied and instead the many layers of me lay forth unfolding yet still pressed up inside estranged from them and her and him and yet I unravel little by little too afraid to let them in can there not be so many words left unspoken... in whispers we share them breaths unhinged; in between lines strung into sentences weaving around him unravelling yet shrinking I take them back those words unsaid can not compare to truths instead of others stories long untold can we not own and share our truths in honest reverie yet still little by little we shed them like skins in truth all I have is this to speak to you in honesty a truth once said and shared and told to you and him and her and them I am but one but my truths come like layers I need him to see to understand that this is all and all of me.