There’s a secret I keep

in the pit of my pocket

sinking down like a stone

I collected

somewhere along

the rugged way

it bounces on my thigh

maybe its just

a set of keys

or a lighter

(if I smoked)

and when you see it

you’ll say:

Oh. 

That secret

belongs

to me,

too. 

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