Colleen Drennan · Oct 25, 2010
Conceit.

Do you see me as I see?
Delusions and semi-conscious conclusions,
scattered thoughts and confusion.
Or do you see what's more than me?
Joy overflowing from the holes in my skin,
a lack of notable sin.

 
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