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Secret 8/25/2012
The past has yet to tell.
My heaven or was it my hell?
A secret not kept so well.
Another day, another dollar.
Another tie tight around my collar.
Or maybe it was her hands intact upon my neck.
A slight blow to my head.
A faint sigh, my breath exhales and then I'm dead.
I see a foghorn, I hear a shipwreck.

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