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I lurk within tall grass while my hands clasp to sharp glass.
I ensure I endure pain as I outlast as an outcast.
If my skin is equivalent to tree bark
and my sins are instruments of street art,
then I’ll happily peel away my soul to expose
the thin leaks within my hide and seek heart.
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Kale Sinclair
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Comments (2)
It was a poem called "Naked!" Absolutely I stopped by I am all for it! "Naked" beautifully captures the raw essence of vulnerability and resilience through its vivid imagery and powerful metaphors. Awesome!
Very lovely with good imagery.