yeah sure i can behave
but
i don’t wanna
yeah sure i can keep mum
but i’m not gonna
secrets
currency
of the future
and
what you know
might or might not
hurt you
it depends
on
who else knows
it’s a fucking shame
this flaccid game
this loose floppy frame
nothing left to tame
the forests
a place to keep
the secrets
currency
of the future
and
every tree
will remain
a line
to the past
a line
to redefine
to show decline
a clear mind
the key
every tree
will hold
the secrets
secrets
currency
of the future
and
fuck you
show me
fuck me
tell me
fuck you
fell me
fuck me
sell me
again, again and again
yeah sure
i can behave
and perhaps
maybe
i do it
just this once
refrain from being droll
don’t add to the familial toll
this shit is getting old
and you so you were told
secrets
currency
of the future
and
nothing
but a bit
of warm wind
a wind bearing ill
or a tempest
of good fortune
best served
before date
and then
it’s just
open slather
another soft soap to lather
information to gather
it was not the
WHAT
and always the who
it was all about me
it Was all about you
everything we ever did
everything we will ever do
what can be kept
what can be sold
what can be best
what can be bold
secrets are sometimes
simply
best
untold
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