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I have a secret

Balanced.

So precariously

on the edge of my lips.

I cannot tell you what it is

Though Believe me I want to but

I can't.

If I were to utter

even a part of this secret

You'd all walk away.

With backs turned and

Nose turned

Upward.

As If you'd smelled something foul.

As If I'm a foul

Odor

that you need to get away from

before I purge you of nostril hairs.

And taint your puritan Ideals

With my

Wicked

ways. As I desperately reach out for

You.

Do you want to know this

Secret?

Are you desperate

To find the

Truth?

Well if you want it

You can have it

but there's only one way to get it

And that is to......

                                        Pry it from my

                                                              Cold

                                                                     Dead

                                                                          FINGERS!