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Yield
Video Poem

When I overcome the fear of exposing
my naked soul on the internet.
For every troll, halfwit, sadist and creep
to stare at,
poke at,
sneer at
and laugh,
My words will pierce through the illusions that embezzle meaning and love.
Stare at me now
Don't be ashamed
through matter, space and time
You’re not alone
I'm here with you.
I’m yours and you are mine.
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