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My SecretThere is a lovely little secret quietly festering within the halls of my pounding heart. It gently clamors for its sweet release from its dark emotional prison,and tears my soul into a myriad of tiny fiery pieces with its furious tidal wave of intensity. Turning my mind into a quivering mass of swirling grey matter and causing my life to spin precariously out of control. Because I cannot adequately articulate nor convey my deepest feelings of love for my lovely lady. Donavon Scott Vinson **For my beloved Meg** Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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