My secretes tonight are dark and bold,
troubling waters arise from them.
Terrors run through my body at the site of them.
Broken hearts and wishes to keep,
keeps Secrete resting in peace.
Mindful matters take play tonight,
over-folding on life's desires.
Once a wish, happy , true,
buried beneath Secrete.
Sad little Secrete,
I keep her,
hold her close.
My one true,
not friends, or foes,
or my other heart,
not the whispers of the wind,
or the moonlit night.
Some agonizing nights,
fretful morns,
long full sighs,
and the toll after it all,
my sanity,
born true,
bred strong,
cracked upon the impact,
of my Secrete.
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