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Veiled

August 2, 2007

And he for whom, I was the world, hoped he knew all my secrets.
And he, who thought he was my world, thought he knew all my secrets.
And he, for whom he himself was the world, didn’t wonder if I had any secrets.
And he, who hoped to become my world, asked me if I had any secrets.

And me?

Well… I will let that remain a secret.

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One comment

  1. smart 🙂 What’s a girl without mystery eh!



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