Do you look right through me?
I like the dust you sweep
Under the rug
Keeping me a secret
Secrets start upon the lips,
Then travel to another's ear,
Be careful though, if it slips,
Because secrets can cause fear.
Sometimes impossible to keep,
They leave you restless and dry,
But the curiosity burns with remorse.
Sooner or later you will tell.
Paolo Driussi
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