Peeking
Love, Papa.
Peeking out from behind the mask of, I want,
Is the shadowy face of, I am.
Seldom seen by those unknowing
Perhaps even less by those within.
For true desire expressed is rare
Lost amidst the masked marauders
And afraid to face the truth...within
Who am I?
What do I want?
Why am I here?
Love, Papa.
Please share Papa with
those you love.
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