Dec 4

Strip me down
To my rawest form.
To my browns and oranges.
A copper silhouette.

Peel me away
Till I’m standing there
With averted gaze.

Leave me bare
Just ingredients
With no recipe.

Strip me down
Lose all my layers, till I’m
Just a component.

Make me an idea,
In its first happening.
A dream yet to be realised.

Look at me,

In my essence,
Am I good?

Written by
Hanna Jones  F
         lavender, Lora Lee, mslu, ---, GC and 25 others
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