Under lock and key, she kept them,
buried deep inside, she was a
fortress of information, others had
entrusted her to hide. There got
to be so many, they consumed her
from within, until eventually they
poured outward, each and every sin.
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" ~ T.S. Eliot
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart 
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