Twitchy feet
Itchy hands
Quiet discontent
Feeling low
feeling high
my moods, oh yes they're meant.
My sinking smile
My rising frown
I'm missing something rare
I cannot help
taste rancid flesh
from my soul, stripped clean and bare.
A pleasure born
A treasure found
I know I've more to see.
A special place
to take me to
To take, but set me free.
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Submission Name: Transparent. Pt1
