Not Finished.

I have secrets - 
bitter things I will not share.
words that when spoken
hold only the power to change.

I have wishes - 
desires that hold the lure and potency of brandy. 
sticky and sweet and locked so close
escape for them follows the thought of no hope. 

I have life - 
all that has been given to me.
sometimes stuffy and mundane
but full of love and all the best of things.
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