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May you be mysterious.
Enwrapped in shifting eyes
Of a pseudo-flirtatious kind.

May you be mysterious.
Known, yet wholly unknown.
Skirt the trend and hide, be unshown.

I have found you exhausting.
And wholly unliberating.
Show me the vanities of realism
Over the trivialities of hide-and-seek.

In this Garden of Eden we
Are all covered by fig leaves.
Consider, then, cover yourself no further.

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