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The Blood of Secrecy

The whole world’s sun in my own backyard! how it got there wasn’t hard Its daily route around the globe invites a new day to unfold Now once again it takes my mind; that’s cleaned and scraped and freshly lined and ready for a brand-new day the all but unfamiliar way of keeping things I wish to hide Me-the inner self inside And as the east reveals her moon I sense the evening coming soon to hide my mind inside my dreams and bind it tight with trusty seams for I must dwell in privacy (as that’s my preference now, you see) I AM an island to myself and do exist here very well I must dictate my own control of what I spill from out 'my soul Intrusion’s a needle to my vein that when pricked, begins to drain the blood of all my secrecy the only kind that’s found in me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 3/19/2017 6:52:00 AM
GR, No person is an island of his or her own unless it is Putin. Show was very scary last night. Doe you remember some actress called Gail Storm? Jim Horn
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Gayle Rodd
Date: 3/19/2017 7:56:00 AM
Gail Storm ("My Little Margie?") My mother said I was named after her.
Date: 3/18/2017 6:06:00 PM
Very deep and descriptive thoughts Gayle. I think we all have our own world's we retreat to when the situation calls for it. This was very cool.
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Gayle Rodd
Date: 3/19/2017 11:44:00 AM
thank you, Chris and I think you're right

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