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Secrets I've so well caged,
They're mad
They're threatening to spill.
It's my mistake
I didn't realize
I had secrets.
YOU ARE READING
Blueth
PoetryHold on. It'll be nothing but a dull ache someday. . . . ❄️ . . . Blueth is a collection of poems that expresses the cold state of a heart struggling to survive the blueness of life.
