Vulnerability

I am an exposed flank.
I am a blind king.
I am an untended cabbage patch.
I am an unencrypted credit card number.
I am uncovered skin at twenty below.
I am an unguarded money tray.
I am a hanging curveball.
I am a blank subway wall.
I am an open wound.

I am all feeling and no defenses,
all vulnerability and no shell.
I cannot change this,
and would not want to if I could.
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