Secrets are just dying to get out
They don't go quietly to the grave
They wait to be found
Unlike the Keeper
The Secret stays
Secrets are living beings
They yearn to breathe
Fly to the light
Secrets take flight
Hinted at in poems
Implied in speech
Alluded to in songs
Exposed in memoirs
Displayed on auction blocks
Secrets want to be kept
But not held
When opportunity arises
Secrets find new Keepers
So what will the new Keeper do?
Hide the Secret, or let it breathe anew?
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