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Where are the eyes to see,
that which hides away?
Eyes to see into the dark,
where secrets always stay.
Where are the ears to hear,
the things wispered soft?
The things held in confidence,
and kept safely tucked aloft.
Like dusty old attics,
that store long forgotten things,
so to do the secrets we hide,
behind lips that never sing.
-------Ahnemesis---AKA Irahatam
©Copywrite 6/06
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