Kept by my side, tightly folded in my fist, lies a secret. You cannot read it, nor can I. Let me tell you why I keep it. I'll show you more of myself through showing you the way to read.
First hold my hand. Feel my skin and watch me move. Discreetly watch my eyes watch yours and feel the warmth that runs through to my mind. Let nothing stop your grip from tightening. Clasp the hope of reading truth. Find inside there, in your own thoughts, that which reciprocates mine. It's not a memory, it's fresh and cool, but slowly warms. As it spreads there's danger nearing. You'll find your breaths shorten and the heat sweep light from your eyes. I'll watch you, see inside you. No motive will break the tie. Your mind is set. Your eyes are blank. My secret overwhelms you.
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