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Out in the pine woods
He and I built a secret place—
A perfect shelter
Out of branches
And rope.
In its shadow,
We’d whisper secrets,
Give each other names,
Let the rain wash over us
Without a single drop getting through.
But we didn’t hide that place well enough.
We went back to find it,
And it was gone,
Branches scattered,
Rope cut.
Secrets don’t hold forever.
Not in those woods, at least,
And the knots
I thought were tight enough
Didn’t hold.
