I buried my heart deep within the catacombs
Wrapped tenderly in a white shroud
Sealed tightly with clay and plaster
And left with the protection of a whispered prayer
I can feel it rumbling beneath the soles of my feet
Waiting patiently to be excavated by your love
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Tacenda
Poetrytacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence
