I walk through shallow fields,
My shadow my only companion.
I spend the long summer hours alone.
The secrets I keep, locked away where no one can find them. My deepest fear: that someone will open them & spill them out,
like broken teacups,
crashing heavy onto the floor.
Once they are all out, they can't be put back and then no one will know what to do with me anymore.
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