Insides Poem by Alex Ranedo klein

Insides



INSIDES'



If laid out on the table, could they all be the same?
If kept inside we can speculate
i'm going to reveal my intestines:
My insides
Can I have a look at your's and we can negotiate?

Even if the smell is so foul
We could learn to share
I'm going to try and hold this thought
Our insides
Can I lean closer, or do you care?

When can it be so that the ugly
The hidden
The insides
Can be allowed to be seen as they can be:

As beautiful. Maybe

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