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Forest could keep secrets
Forest could keep secrets

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In our flat
faces speak
of places across the sea.

In our flat
voices walk in
talking, but not like me.

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The sea lays big glass hands on the sand,
spreading its fingers out as if new
to the shore. It can’t quite believe in it.
It wants to hold on before the glass breaks.

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The space is a friend.
I tell it what hurts.

I tell it why I'm not good.
The space is a friend.
I tell it the bother I'm in.
It won't let me tell lies.