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Swear You Won't Tell! Mar. 13, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Mar 13, 2025
  • 1 min read

Not your partner or family or closest friend

we add those words to secrets

don’t we, for an extra airtight seal

 

for a looming surprise to be revealed

in a proclamation, followed by

claps, slaps and smiley hugs

 

but it’s the much darker confidence

laid in the graveyard of two minds

buried deep without headstone

 

that we fear one day

will crawl out of the muck and

through the lips of one of them

 

in an unguarded moment

the secret will seek liberation

like all thoughts

 

and a skeleton will leap

into the land of the living

 
 
 

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