Secret

There is:
No secret, if it is spoken.
No healing, if it is broken.
No peace, if it is awoken.

So please, just stop it.
So I, can drop it.
So nothing becomes apart of it.
So this can have some art in it.

There it is, and there it ends.
There he speaks, and there they bend.
To see he tries.
To see he cries.
To the thought of tomorrow.
A secret he can’t borrow.

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