Behind the curtains


Behind the curtain I do hide the scerets that are mine.

You can't hear these words, the whispers that are alone

for here is were they must roam. These huge and yet small things

that none may know for these are things that i do hide.

Behind these lips none may pass, my words for ever here must last.


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