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Forest could keep secretsForest could keep secrets
In our flatfaces speakof places across the sea.
In our flatvoices walk intalking, but not like me.
The sea lays big glass hands on the sand,spreading its fingers out as if newto the shore. It can’t quite believe in it.It wants to hold on before the glass breaks.
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.