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Skeletons in My Closet
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Extended Metaphors I have secrets hidden away
That no one will believe.
There are stinking corpses
In the dresser of my mind.
Bones of broken truth
Hanging in dark hallways.
If only, someone will
Open the door and see.
Remove these carcasses
From my life and thoughts.
But, leave no evidence;
Don’t leave chalk outlines.
