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WEAK SECRETS a secret? how inferior can one get secrets stamped all over you… true potatoes that hiss I stand alone clutching my bottle of white happiness papyrus edged feeling world attacks brassy biased big showing us the way home so… sweet your blood mouthfuls in gulps of foam I would let you steal the bottom of my eyes ©Kim van Breda—18 November 2015

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Date: 11/18/2015 8:32:00 PM
no secret is kept....unless it is swept....under the rug and forever forgotten....otherwise, it is only rotten....;)
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