It hurts her to laugh too hard
Words unspoken grow like vines
Wrap around my neck
But the heart was not enough
To keep it all inside
The silent folding
Of a hard man
Disrupted the story I told
He wanted to know what was down there
Down in the abyss of my soul
What secrets I was scared to hold to light
Scared of knowing myself
But we have to see
Because the world is too small for the three of us
So I tell myself
That curiosity is a discipline
And all the things
My father never said
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