Dear Daniel, your judgment's swift and keen,
Too quick a glance, a surface scene.
Sit down, I pray, and linger near,
Meet the authentic me, cast off all fear.
I'm nothing close, I swear it's true,
To the image that resides in you.
A stranger sketched in shades of doubt,
A surface seen, the depths left out.
Don't be afraid,...
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