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Naked
My blood trickles
through the tip of my pen
as my soul is exposed
yet once again.
Naked, my words
slowly open the door,
and step into the world
largely ignored.
Fearfully, they
confront giants of hate,
bigotry, ignorance,
Thus fixing their fate.
So bleeding, I
press my pen to the page
and bear my soul once more
to cowards’ rage.
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