I have a story I cannot share
I 'm dragging it with me everywhere
covered in sandspurs and broken glass
a plastic bag of gold and trash
Slop is scraping in a line
a snails track, putrid,green with slime
My uncle wrapped it up for me
starting out when I was three
It's our secret sweet, he said
keep it underneath your bed
and when he died the mystery
ended up with only me
I cannot share it lest I die
he said I would,I don't know why.
I have a secret i Dare not share
I
take it with me everywhere.
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