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maybe she shouldn't care
about the yet unread poem she wrote

her inner most fears displayed like a nude model on canvas
ready to be gawked upon
waiting for scrutiny, dissection

in view but out of reach
as he tucks it into his pocket

bared to him
dread settles into her bones


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