Being Seen

Every question has an answer
We just have to let it rise.

And rise, it will.

From stolen glances
to a piercing gaze,
I allow you to look,
but I want to be seen.

I want to taste everything.

Our dance is the meaning of life-
In the space of silence, what do you hear?

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