The secret trunk,
Locked with keys one many.
Each time, in privacy of my being
The trunk opens to me,
And a stranger who won’t reveal,
So I wish to believe.
You love me for what I am not.
There is no way to tell,
Unless a day the stranger is you.
And you won’t reveal,
So I wish to believe.
That sting of thousand waves,
The dying before death.
That shame and regret,
The tear of my blight.
That mirror to my plight.
Nothing is wrong,
As much as nothing is right.
But wish I was not
A deviant to hide.
More so to be caught
With the trunk on my side.
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