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Sep 2015
I could tell you a secret
but I don’t know if it’s mine
or if it belongs to someone who kept it locked in a box
with bobbles and hair clips
and scribbles and pen lids,
if it’s kept in her bottle
******* tight, filled by the fountain.
Who knows if anything is the same
when what I read is like stories,
and what I remember isn’t what I wrote,
and if the secrets belong to someone
who isn’t here anymore
are they really secrets at all?
Martha O'Brien
Written by
Martha O'Brien  UK
     ---, Cath Williams and Sara Murray
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