Secrets

She was a book.

Layered herself like one.

Pages within, encrypted with undecipherable script.

Some pages torn. Some chapters lost.

Secrets embedded within.

Messages out of view/Meanings within the lines.

She was exactly like a book.

Waiting to be read.

Waiting to be understood.

Waiting with her secrets.

Waiting for a confidant.

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