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The Truth Concealed
The deepest hole I’ve placed it in
and covered it with all that’s been.
Then beat upon that grave each day
in hope to make it go away.
I’m terrified that it will grow,
and so afraid somehow, you’ll know -
the secret I have buried deep.
The secret that I want to keep.
The thing that is the root of all
the reasons why I want to fall.
The reason why I’ve never ...
Sunday 7th April 2024 5:06 pm
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