Laid out, naked and vulnerable
we fear the unveil of everything ugly
We find there is beauty,
a tangible love. It's intensity
makes us tremble, pull back
but we are left with want for more.

The more dear, don't you see,
between fear and love is passion,
for which we are nearly there. Nearly.

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