Conscious - Poem by Lizz Lodwick
I talk to you all the time,
and tell you all my secrets.
What I tell you is top secret.
No one will ever know.
You're my journal I don't keep.
You'r my diary I never write.
So many things you hold for me.
It's your job.
Your my conscious.
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