sunday sonetto vol. ii

There are places in my heart;
unsearchable, hidden, and few.
Things always kept apart
from what I've shared with you.

Places of fear, filled with unrest,
realities of imperfection.
Times when I didn't pass the test-
All needing my protection.

Evidence of flaws,
frightened to reveal.
Because it might would cause
a loss of my appeal.

If I share this lifetime of weakness -
Would it add to my uniqueness?

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