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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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