Everyday, you undress me,
In your thoughts,
My traditional mind,
Bordering on conservative;
Detested, protested;
Yet surprisingly; never resisted.
And now,
Everyday, I undress me,
In my thoughts,
For your thoughts,
And undress those thoughts,
Traditional, to be or not to be,
Bordering on insanity.
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