We all have history
We wish would remain
Shrouded in mystery
A deep buried pain
We should wish to forget
Impossible strings we long to sever
Love stories made with regret
And boys who were clever.
The past is an open book
For anyone who cared
To take a second look
The soul’s secrets are bared
In the depths of our eyes
There Truth resides,
Betraying lips’ lies.

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