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Secret


I sit, 

Peace 

I let my mind travel 

Soak my hands in heated sand 

In search of a secret 

I gag out the truth and hold it, 

Alive in my hands 

Squealing and breathing 

I silence it 

I proudly ate it, slimy, ugly and all

Sitting calmly, my face straight 

I feel the turmoil inside me stir 

Excuse me 

Please leave me 

I sit

Tears beautifully fallen 

Shame envelopes me 

Hands tightly held and my lips now surely forever sealed 

I sit,

And pray for peace

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