You'll never know the words I wept
Or the secrets that I kept
So bind you're bones with blood & ash
To bring back secrets of the past.
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Okay, I wrote this poem on the wall of the old caravan my dad owns...using the charcoal tip of a burnt Popsicle stick as a pencil...while eating cheese...melted cheese...that was melted over a candle...after drinking over ten juice boxes of apple & blackcurrant juice...& I don't even like blackcurrant...Okay, am I insane or what? Cause I honestly can't tell anymore!