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You want to know my secrets,
to spill the words over you
like shimmering water to quench flowers in the park
But some secrets should stay secret
Some waters should remain still
for when they begin to trickle,
they may just spew on the page
and splash up in your face
Raging jets of hurt
that will not be curbed
Once the storm has begun,
you can't stop the thunder
So step carefully
in this yard
or you may find yourself
knee deep in water.
submitted for the Sunday Whirl, Wordle 112
