You see me for all that I am.
My imperfections and flaws on a pedestal.
My essence in naked daylight.
You see right through my paper-thin skin,past my raw, chalk-white bone,
to the parts and pieces that matter most.
& you're still here.
We're still alive.
“We don't possess a soul.
We are Souls. We possess a body.”
(I can see so much life in us.)
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