It's a sin, she said
To keep these windows curtained
Just once, spare them a moment
And let the light in
You need not dress in the night
For what faults you think
Are well hid by this darkness
Peer as dying stars
From behind smiling eyes
And with that, she drew back
The curtains, and her eyes assured me
I wasn't quite the monster
I'd imagined.
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