You told of your childhood
and muttered dreaded secrets
kept away by
Good Manners and
complicated
fears
The sea seemed soothing then
Although the harsh waves roared
and spat at our ankles
The wicked wind
Whipping away your
tearful
whispers
I had to strain to hear
And strain to not
Some secrets
should remain swept
away by
sensible
oceans
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