please, do not show me the brands of your expensive dresses,

no, i am not interested to learn the different scents of your signature fragrances,

nor i am attracted with that piece of glittering silver around your neck.

instead, just show me the outlines of your scars,

describe me the difference of the tastes of your tears when you cry lying in bed at night, or when you take the morning shower,

allow me to look at the collection of your thoughts when it’s 1am or 3am,

let me hear about your hopes and dreams, heartaches and frustrations,

tell me all these precious things

and let my soul admire you.

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