I was a man with

a thousand masks;

you were close enough

to uncover them;

did you ever notice

I wore those masks

because I was insecure

with myself?

And that I was tempted

by nasty urges,

low self-esteem,

and in need of healing hands?

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You were a come-and-go tourist

leaving footprints

in the sands of time

as you depart

from my drugged heart.