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A small question,
A big reaction.
Exaggerated it seems,
But beneath lies tonnes
Plagued by the question.
No help to seek,
Only one--
The perpetrator to meet
Alas!
The answer is none
For this secret is kept
One-to-one.
Silently wishing,
No one to tell,
Pray, face me soon--
I've no more heart to melt.

Wednesday, January 01, 1997 2:43:38 AM

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