sometimes,
you are asked to keep a secret of such magnitude
you worry its colors will start to seep into your voice
inhabiting the nonexistent space between words
with churning crimsons and muted greys.
and sometimes,
the weight of receiving and keeping a secret
is laughably insignificant to the weight
of the experience that it contains
and you can't help holding the teller of the secret just that much more gently.
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