And when I'm tired, I hide my secret
Right around the corner,
So you won't see all the void I have available to wander in.
My secret passage
Leads to nowhere, and anyplace,
And has no entrance for you.
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Poetry by Christina Park, copyrighted 1998, 2001, and 2007.
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