Secrets are fun but unkeepable, little pieces of awesomeness.
Giving them away is a crime, but I’m too young for jail.
The pandemic that sweeps through the stifling hot air, burning in sweat
It was like the bunny that was standing over my bed
Screaming the words, breaking me like an untamed horse
But I rejected hate and violence and I kanoodled about
Until mum said we had to leave
I like to imagine being there
In tacky movies
Songs with crappy Casio beats
And the enjoyment of the occasional surprise
Yeah, I’d go there.
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