Enraptured

I don’t know what you are.

An enigma of my blood tossing and turning through my veins.

Enraptured – I am a slave to my confusion and self doubt.

Hackles raise and walls are torn down.

Let the light in. For it may shine on the ugliness that I am carrying.

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