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Secrets

Someone whispers in a passing ear Your secrets are told for them to hear For there are many yet unseen Wrapped around your streak of mean Hidden from human eyes Revealed only with my cries For my heart will forever mourn The simple fact that I was born

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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