to this point of death
I coaxed to know a story
Which I never could hear.
It was kept secret
for the sacke of life.
Today when I don't want
to know, to hear any whisper of it
I m being told with full passions
the story, which i deem no more,
Why?
We know things, when we need not know them.
By
iatjanda
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