unclothed

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Unclothed

Feeling naked
Like one of those awful
Dreams
Where your clothes
Are somehow
Missing
Nothing to hide
Nothing to hide behind
Where do you go?
Where do I go?
When we go away
When we breathe
How do we not
Breathe for each other
Bleed for each other
Weep for each other
Because we are bleeding
But breathing
And unclothed
But weeping is the way of it
Too often

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