Hidden Secrets
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Watching thorny arms scratching the air around them,
stiffly exchanging space with very little breeze to
help them air out.
Barely moving, entering realms of tolerance, kept
strictly in pastimes of memories left over from
yesterday's mazes.
Still searching for solutions to be provided and
kept under wraps for secrets must always be kept
hidden.
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