I am the muppet of all:
On constant display,
Whether dead asleep or devastatingly alive.
Every time my skirt flutters in the wind,
Every time by button up wrinkles:
It is all for others to admire.
My desperate heart beats for one,
My hand aching for theirs:
It is all for others to watch.
As my life unravels in front of your longing eyes,
I'll smile lovingly back.
I am a woman after all.
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