GAPS

Gaps in the graphics,
Always knew they were there,
But stuff I saw made me
More reluctant to share

It was fresh, it was new,
Never been there before,
And the scary specifics
Made me feel like a whore

I know if I trust You
I’ll come out the other side,
With more freedom than ever,
Nothing to prove, lose, or hide.

Gaps in the graphics,
Want them to stay as they are
Then once and forever,
That ship can sail afar.

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