Secrets Proof

Captured and confused

Eluded and misused

Like a hammer blow I fall

Into deepest clearest eyes

As though purity and truth

Not darkest secrets proof

Lie in wait inside the inside out

Of words unspoken

Of a delicate, dirty touch

That leaves a single heart unspoken

Diseased blood still pumps through broken valves

To leak and pool beneath a cooling cheek

Beneath a fractured skull

Those eyes are still a salve

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