What are you?
I cautiously withhold myself because I learn my lessons after a single slap, with never a need for more. My fragile sense of face allows for no more. Then, my greatest lament was the loss of a potential friend; now, you teach me that needs not be the case, that bridges need not always be burned. I should taste relief on my breath. Yet...
Glasses and night light may distort your strange colors, but even winter clothes cannot conceal how exquisitely you are wrought.
And beauty easily distracts me.
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