poem

While I was at the bookstore today, the phrase We do secret things caught my eye. I don’t remember where I saw it, but when I got home, I wrote four different poems using We do secret things as the title, of which this is the third.
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We do secret things (#3) (a poem)

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I want to sleep through the end of the world (a poem)

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