on one's sleeve
- with shelters part,
see underneath -
is true candor;
shouts authenticity
Here, take my all
and my transparency
Yet a voice scolds
Refrain your folly
Too much that's shown
Hurts more than knit ye
A noisy gong
When words go free
Hurting instead
Camaraderie
Right said ol' James
The tongue is hardest to tame
Reflect with shame
Before your senses are maimed.
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