Is it me that I want to explore
Just me I would implore
I don't show it all
So you won't see me or recall
What was me inside
Maybe something not to abide
So passive when you look
A huge flicked through book
Where you see the glossy prints
That you haven't seen since
And the small print never read
A secret less useful instead.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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