undercover

conceal me,
airbrush me out of
the day. lock me into
night;
meet me at the
full moon.

walk into the rain:
pull on the jacket
that hangs by the
door.
cover up the coffee stain;
pretend the perfume-aura
is gone
and call it cleansing.

(you know i’m
never
really gone,
right?)

before you know it,
i’m back.

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