I have a secret
It's deep and dark
very
and here I am, putting it down on paper
Immortalizing my secret
Creating the excitement of fear
Fear of being found out
Still excitement
It begins with 2, but quickly becomes one
The same, yet different
It, the secret, is the sort that ruins
Yet creates.
Ruins. Creates. Ruins.
Creates?
It's a plesure restricted by time and circumstance
Identically soft and strong, Potentially nothing
But only one.
10-22-06
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