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Ems

Wallflower

I work better as a concept.
I want you to be able to touch me,
But my skin turns to a butterflies wing.
The moment you lay your eyes on me,
The second you walk through the door,
I am no longer an idea, I am here.
You can hear my voice, should you chose to.
Though sometimes I’d rather remain a wallflower.
I can grow quietly here, blossoming.
You can admire my beauty, watch as I grow into my figure,
Without ever having to know it.
You get to keep the thought of loving me,
I get to stay.

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