Open Secret?
I am lost in translation,
the unspoken
anguish silenced
long ago,
but only by age,
young, too young.
Realization today, now,
it shouts of difference,
wanting to tell,
but Pandora,
her box will be opened
and forever will be here,
can I cope?
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2013-01-24 at 01:08
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