do not assail me with stories of the yore,
of whom you were before,
I know you might think I might be interested
I guess I might be, but I'll take instead,
instead, I find the present you alluring,
a you so perfect in certain dark crevices,
don't they say people are angels before you know them?
I like you to maintain a mystery around you,
unassailable and distant,
never ever spill your secrets,
I do not trust myself to keep them,
My ears have born a lot of secret stories,
Do not entrust me with another burden,
It is not heavy but I like not to know any secret
Keep your mysteries closely guarded
because if you don't I will stop liking you
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