Secret Garden – A Poem

I know there are secrets kept

from my eyes

inside your mind.

An impermeable membrane

between me and you, the

Mariannes Trench, where

all the pieces to the puzzle

that is you are kept.

But the key to this vault

is lost or

simply misplaced, as far as you

have shown me.

It’s a futile search but I don’t mind.

Like any good burglar,

I’ve got a lockpicking set.

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