deep inside my heart is a dark cave
where my locker is locked with the key
the digits of this number-lock buried
deep below in the depths of my mind
unknown to the wide world around
are these poems, ashes of my pain
and poise, a secret content that converse
silently while sitting in the unlit space
these hitherto unpublished prosaic
thoughts, will they be read in public
later, or further interred with my bone
will forever, for me, remain unknown
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