Don’t be afraid to let me see you. br Everyone wears masks br that cover their disgrace br and pain br and lusts…. br playing for audiences, br whether it be near br or far away… br br I want to see your face, br your naked soul in all its br gloriousness… br (or notoriousness) br the velvet contours, as well br as the ridges of contempt and br condescendence. br br Don’t close your eyes to me br as I am insignificant… br Does it really matter if I see br that there is actually nothing but br boredom and a hard bone? br … if this be the case br of course.