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Apr 2011
In the face of the hot-breathed horse,
I told my secret.

The digestion of a secret is a sacred thing
it goes through the mindΒ Β and into the esophagus

out the mouth sometimes.
But do it right, and

the secret stays deep inside
at your core; like a caged songbird.
Kyra Rae
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