Reaching behind this veil is hard, to peel back to inner layers and the deepness inbetween. We see this transparentness yet hold up the veil just in case. To dig, go deeper, only creates mess. This dirt strewn about, puddles overflowing. Its easier to leave things unsaid, hide away this jumbled mess behind closed doors locked tight. But ignorance is not quite bliss. For the digging has to begin. This work left undone could rot away the crisp bright apple, leaving only the bruises beneath. Put on those Levis, comfy jeans. There's holes to be dug, and scenes to be played. Why leave work undone, with these halfbaked dreams.
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