“Spill it.”
“Give me the goods.”

But what I want to spill
I don’t think is any good.

It’s hurt, and pain.

An accumulation
Of fragments,
Bits and pieces
Too heavy
To be carried
Away by the wind.

But I should spill,
I think.
Maybe then, good
Will find its way here
And fill what empty space is left.

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