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SecretThere is a lovely secret quietly festering within my heart, it seeks it's release from this emotional prison, and tears my soul into a myriad of tiny pieces with it's delightful intensity. My mind turns into a quivering mass of grey matter, making my life spin dangerously out of control. Because I cannot properly articulate my deep feelings for her. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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