Bubble

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Your world is a bubble

A beautiful, fragile thing

That is begging for reality 

Before it disappears

Into nether.

 

Never ever did I dream

Your pretty plastic perspective

Would be toxic on my tongue

Masculinity masquerades in fear

And I fear

 

Objectification and ego

Hide in the soft, sweet words

And become bitter when 

the bubble bursts, exposing

Your own vulnerability.

xoxo, L

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a photo series with Greg Christenson