My secret book.
No one else may look.
Deep inside.
To what writings I try to hide.
My black book.
Hidden in a secret nook.
Hiding my soul from the light.
The cover like my soul, black as night
My book is my secret life.
The time I escape my strife.
My look is calm and at ease.
Just so long as no one sees.
My little book.
Where no one should ever look.
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