Sounding Naked

My spine makes a flimsy quill
When I first penned the poem
It meant sole and crown of me
Now I just hope it sounds naked
While I recite it with clothes on
As if I could turn a dial to show
The part of my heart it lands on
Here feigning an emotion so well
While in real life, I fight like hell
To hide all of it

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