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Apr 2012
I do not want you to see my skin
Don't look into my eyes and see that they are green
Do not look at my mouth and see that my lips are pink
I do not want you to see my skin

I want you to see my soul

Think of me as translucent
A vaporous body
Reverberating with voice



See me not as a vision,
An image absorbed by your irises,
But hear me as a feeling
A passion
Loud sound with something to say



Take me as a fire in your heart
And stand up and shout one day.
Lillian Braswell
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