and my world is quiet
I know you are waiting for me to make a sound.
To show myself to you.
to reveal all my secrets.
But sometimes I don't want to share.
Sometimes I keep them inside and bury them deep.
So that you can't find them.
But often they get unrooted.
Exposed.
And then what am I to say?
Here I am.
All my fat pieces.
Do with me as you may.
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