Clothes don’t make the man
They make the illusion…
A fabric fabrication!
I arrive seaside
And strip down
Removing layers of inhumanity
And socialized shame
And at once become myself
The real me
Naked as the day I was born
Sun kissed and happy
And free!
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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