My secret
Is richer than a winning ticket;
Buried,
Like waiting treasure;
Fresher than rain;
Secure,
Like my PIN;
Complex
As a combination lock;
Password protected;
And deeper than thought.
My secret
Is Confessional sealed;
Private,
As a boil;
Personal,
As a shave;
Ignominious,
As the front page.
The bartender doesn't know.
If you listen
You'd discern
It's for your eyes only.
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