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i am wearing many clothes,
many more yet than i think
but I amount to more than just
a heap of dirty clothes

and so, when I undress,
and turn to face myself, i say

there's no way that this is me;
it doesn't even dress like me!

(bold text is intended to guide rhythm cause i find myself losing it when i read other people's poetry)

this analogy came to me in a conversation at night, during a long walk through the forest with a cute dogboy.

i find myself often dreaming of boys, in places that i've never been.
these dreams get me flustered, and end way too soon
and make me wish I'd stayed asleep.