Whiskey and secrets

if I whispered it to you would you keep it?

Would you hand me a pen? Let me write it

down, beginning to end

or would you cluck your tongue

shake your head, lips in that strange embrace

you don’t need words, I can see from your face

you don’t understand, it’s not something you’ve

heard before, so before I become a great bore

let me gather my things

i know the door

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