but then sometime before the morning time they disappeared.
so you talk to the guy next door who makes bonsai's in heat tents.
strange hobby, but respectable.
he'll trade you some of the truth serum in his freezer for some secrets.
so you give him the one about the time you stopped knowing the difference between dreaming and not,
and you accidently painted the wrong house.
you can tell that he knows
that this isn't a proper secret
and that you've told many people this before.
but he gives it to you anyways:
a dime bag's worth.
just enough for you and a friend.
so you wander down to the ocean.
and push five cents worth into the sand before rolling and lighting the other half.
It's only right.
The water knows more than anyone,
the sharpness you try to soften.
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