I write poems sometimes
 
that even I
 
cannot share
 
 
 
however carefully constructed
 
they are
 
 
 
and then they are there
 
there
 
 
 
awaiting their fate
 
the ripping
 
the burning
 
the burial
 
 
 
in notepads
 
I read
 
and re-read them
 
for as long 
 
as I keep them there 
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