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I’ve got a project. But I’m not going to tell you about it. It’s a secret project. That way, if I don’t finish it, no one will be able to hold me accountable. Ok, so now that I’ve gone on that little teasing jaunt, I’ve got another poem for you.

Flickering heat.


snuffed by a breeze,

or is it?


The flame returns,

strengthened by the brief reprieve.


on my hand. 

in my hands.

against my skin.

The candle burns.



Are secrets and lies the same thing?

Obviously not, from a pure definition standpoint.

But they do work well together, don’t they?

Lies help conceal secrets,

and therefore secrets often lead to lies. Read the rest of this entry