Don’t give me your secret
It’s not a treasure
But an unconsenting, unforgiving bond
Demanding one like itself in return
What if I have none or don’t want one?
Keep your secrets
You’re not sharing them with me
You’re depositing poison in me
So you have reprieve; what of me?
They are not mine to have to survive
‘Of a sensitive nature’ they say
Of things meant to be kept secret
If that’s you, look elsewhere
I’ve not offering asbestos services
Treasure your secrets. By yourself
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