What are you? Really.
Exterior shows the praised character.
So beautiful, so exotic.
Yet I know you not.
Inside, are you hollow like a dead tree?
Or is the outer your true self?
I admire you.
But I'd care more if I knew who you were.
Even if your inside,
Were like a grain of sand.

by Mark Ruiz

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