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A Self Poet-trait
I see me dancing in the moonlight
Naked and exposed
My skin shines like alabaster
My eyes flecked with sparks of gold
I give worship to the one-ness
From an alter most would curse
For to some I am a heathen
While to others I am worse
But they refuse to lift the shutters
That brings the blindness to their eyes
My goal remains the same as theirs
I've just thrown away disguise
To see
Can I survive
A witch's burning
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