Mar 2015

Look right through me,
See right through,
Every lie,
That left my lips,
Strip off,
Every mask that hid my face,
How I want you to see me,
And see what's left:
My invisible soul,
My invisible thoughts,
My invisible personality,
My invisible words,
My invisible love,
Everything about me worth seeing,
Cannot be seen.

But maybe,
Maybe it doesn't need to be.

Parsavagely Kompenere
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Parsavagely Kompenere  17/Transgender Female/Yorkshire
(17/Transgender Female/Yorkshire)   
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