Ashamed, I wonder: what's the worth of mine?.
Shy and cautious,
dodging by the shadows.
What am I afraid of?
Unmanned emotions arise in... me?
and face off the ones in... you?
Please, spot me across the shelves,
you, milk-skinned matron,
show me your gems, deliver your solace.
Let's forget our names and shapes.
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