I've got a secret that I feel like undressing and sharing
With you all,
Stripping liltingly from the bottom up
Then watching the fabric and weight of
Heavy words fold and fall
Languidly, silently
Stretching into something more,
By the time this game
Of Chinese whispers reaches
Your burning ears,
I would have turned you into something else
Moulded out of thin air
I'll stand back and watch the pounding flames
Of a wild fire
You won't recognise yourself in this light
My work will be done
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