Bare
T-shirt three times too big, that fails half way down my thighs.
Bare face, not a trace of makeup to hide beneath.
Hair unbound, falling down my back in waves.
Combing through that hair dark as black coffee.
Hair smelling of soft, sweet violet, with a hint of Frankincense and smoky Myrrh.
Looking in the mirror, seeing the most real you that most don’t get the chance to see.
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