Mystery Man

I love to unravel mysteries. And sometimes the mystery may be a man. So beautiful and put together. Appearing perfect in some flawed way. I’ll peel that package apart like a child, leave the wrapping on the floor. And then, the glitter and the gold gone, stare wide eyed in amazed disappointment, which he’ll mistake for admiration.

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