Secrets
that hidden place where secrets go
a tiny room only lovers know
latent time where I have no will
a memory that is hard to kill
we dance the dance and sing a tune
off kilter and a bit off key
in the next life maybe we get it right
for a while it served its need
you scratch a heart into a dead tree
initials there for you and me
and if no one is in the forest
are there sound waves when it bleeds
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