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I like having secrets. I hold them close.  

But not as weapons of power and control.

To hang them over one's head would be a betrayal of trust.  

So I hold them inside of my own head and heart.  

They dig down deep inside of me like shovels removing earth...    
Getting deeper with each shovelful of Self I remove.
Such plutonian ways are often misunderstood.  
When reaching the core means reaching the Divine.
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Published | Edited 15th Nov 2020
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