I

May my calling be concealed from me

From my thoughts and my tongue

For they can hold no secret;

And publish at the slightest prompt

Tall claims during small talk.

 

II

My heart is a keeper of secrets

Occasionally it confides in me

And now that it has

I find myself immersing in a sea of silence

My lips sealed by a quiet smile.

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