Of course we didn’t talk about it.
We never do, never have, never will,
A giant question mark that keeps
You from running, jumping, dreaming
Open your precious gilded box,
The one with all the secrets in it;
Carefully arranged, excommunicated.
Look around furtively, someone might
See who you are when you’re not
Ready for visitors.
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