We all have secrets,
emotions and thoughts harboured within,
to some extend they may hardly be secrets...
for the etiquette of those watching eyes,
they let it be instead of telling you what they see.
I have no wish for my thoughts to be secrets...
only that I wish not to be exploited and tinted,
by what shadows over the interpreter's mind.
Sometimes spill a layer of mud over your sullen wishes,
and cackle when the light dampen by their own lost.
it is not that I want to keep secrets,
to my concern there is no secrets,
only lockets I place by my chest...
refusing anyone's unholy entry,
my untarnished sanctuary.
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