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VULNERABILITY

by singing to you Songs of what "Is" or by telling you Stories of the "Ought" you thought I sowed seeds of Wisdom to enrich your languishing Soul-- but I tricked you I sneaked a message --a Trojan Horse-- that I dumped on your gate my weapon of the weak that you pulled in in the middle of the night into the fortified citadel of your mind as if this is by irony of fate-- no escape, i trick you again-- I'm a Poet!

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