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05/30/01
Peeling back the onionskin layers of the soul--
exposure.
I love,
I wonder I imagine I fear,
I share.
Who are you,
what do you believe and
why do you do this, these,
these things you so easily do?
How do you move?
Gears and pistons, belts and pulleys,
a machine--
so beautiful,
so magical,
but you're real.
You're here,
you're warm and soft and smiling,
and together we weep,
understand,
live.