Can You Keep a Secret

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(call 911), explain to it, explain to them, —
I am in trouble, I fell in love with you,
I need to be infused intravenously with
your schmaltzy kind and your polychrome

(call 911), explain to it, explain to them, —
my soul's full of clouds and heavy rains
it sings a blues, (as incantations) as if it is
the honeyed slave of your soulfulness

(call 911), explain to it, explain to them, —
your sun transfixed my eyes and muses,
my senses are in agony of love
and pathologically, I look as if I am
a temporarily insane kind in a clichΓ©

(call 911), explain to it, explain to them, —
my mind has been corrupted,
got bleached, it keeps me captured
in something similar to quarantine…
I desperately need you to get me cured

if you cannot or can you keep a secret,
pardon me, but the dear politeness
it doesn't give a damn what others think, —
(call 911), explain about it, explain to them

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