by Chris
So what secrets are hidden
Deep within your thoughts
On paper written for
   your eyes only
Myself never to glimpse at
How I can only wish
To have been somewhere in there
With unknown distances
Lengths and picturesque ideas
Divulged in presence only
To eyes within corrugated covers
Marked-out for a purpose
Unbeknownst to me but when
Will our secrets hidden
See to-day's light.

Saturday March 2, 1996.

Chris is a 19-year-old student. He enjoys writing short stories, poetry, and cycling.
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