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...The Shared Secret...

Updated on September 3, 2012

She holds a Secret,
close to Her breast
Made to swear
on Her Children
Never Tell
Now I Trust You
Now I Love You
Now I Want You
to Listen

I think about
the name here
neatly written
on a bright orange Post It
I've got secrets of my own,
Man...

But tell me, Sir
Tell me
You can Trust me
You can Love me
You can Want me
to Know

Now I am carrying it
locked under my
dark hair
and my cascading
feelings
of empathy
then
apathy
melt into one place
as I now Know
the Secret...

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