I let you in to read my diary.
Good morning to vulnerability. I will allow you to admire me.
I open my heart so you can read the writer.
Blinded by flesh I show the color of heartstrings.
Do you hear the symphony?
The cover, distorted by those who touch and prod through dreams.
I covered up naked, but I lose the translation it seams.
You to proofread me.
Steal the copyrighted authorization.
My thoughts free me!
Open the table of contents to view the man in the mirror.