Secrets

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At night,
while you are asleep,
I stalk the rooftops
wearing my true form.

I am a creature of fire and air,
untamed and untameable,
unbound by gravity
and the shackles of worlds.

If in the morning you find me gone
I will have left no footprints,
no singed rooftops
or perturbed isobars.

But if in the morning
you find me still curled about you,
eyes heavy with all they have seen,
pray, let me keep my secrets.

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