The night i stood, or sat, or lay
Before thee I was not
So manly, lady. I was tough
In showing weakness any way.
The dagger called the Cupid's arrow
Has pierced my heart. And what I have -
There're no regrets I could have borrowed -
The poem's title is above.
Vulnerable
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