textiles on the run and we dare to be naked, dream to be naked. naked in the world full of clothed minds, closed minds. land mines waiting for our naked feet to get tangled in a mess of mixed up hope. crystallized hearts chipping in the sun and we want naked reassurance that you won't close the door on our silhouettes. we all want naked, to be naked, for everyone else to be naked, but we can't afford it. we can't afford to not be clothed. our secrets, our dreams, our ambition.. naked. we just don't have the money, the time or the truth for it. we all want to be naked. we all want to see each other naked, naked. it's sexy and surprisingly deliciously but scary, so scary. the exposure, oh the exposure.. pornographic fear and we're all longing for that naked excitement, that sheer sensuality of the word. naked, it even sounds naked and naked does feel naked but the naked body and your pride, naked, to the world. eyes, naked eyes on your naked accessories, do you have the time. the strength, or the ability to believe it. to do it. to indulge it. i dare you. I dare you to be naked.
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