I love Secret conversations.
Even if they're in open view.
Secret strings,
singing secret songs
touched a secret pulse.
Sharing,
a secret place
the paddings of whispers...
like just next door.
People coming and going,
I wonder what they wonder
but it's my secret
with my secret
They shall not know
unless I punch a hole
through my red wall with blue decorations
and let you peep
into my heart
a secret gallery of art
abstract perhaps
no one understands...
unless you just do.
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