She was naked – underneath her 7 veils,

She didn't dance, even shoes subdued her.

She removed her first veil:

She was depressed until she met me.

She told me of scabs that remained opaque in her memory,

She revealed this truth whilst self-love remained hidden.

She held my arms, comforting the butterfly - she broke the chains that cocooned him.

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