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A proper noun –
Personal Poetry –
Quick encapsulation,
State of hesitance.

Slices of me
Flesh and nerve
Risk of rejection
Laid open, raw
Vulnerable
With each utterance
Each sharing,
Each telling

Perfect prose
Escapes me.
But they are me
Each one and each word;
Now, as I write
Untested and
Exposed to
Animus
Ridicule
Misunderstanding

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