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centered between a vulnerable and guarded space

i’m not afraid to show my face

and if you choose to join me for a day,

an afternoon,

an evening of your time…

i’ll take that risk to bleed.

in my space i feel warm.  delicate.

walking through this tiny forbidden space,

the vulnerable scratches the surface,

a long process of heart break.

i can’t tell the future.  and i don’t want to.

i’m open.