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My heart contains a letter

Words declarations realizations secrets

A letter buried beneath snows and years and miles and now

Inside a small place with a child’s dream, a few stolen moments

And sin

Open, buried

It says it all

Because life is not black and white

Some things are never simple and never explained

And are better left unsaid

But they are still true

They are still real

They are still in the letter

Protected by truth and fear and righteousness

And respect

And regret

Standing guard at the wall they cast their spell

And keep us all alive and well

For in this time will never tell

My heart, which contains a letter