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Zinc Xenography
from the ALBum 2024 - Zinc
Deep in my journal, Secrets hide.
Those little tales that I hold deep inside
Lost in the pages, Where dreams collide,
Whispers of a past where my heart confides.

Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore.
The pages are locked away
In the ink and paper's journey
Are fragments of a world that used to be,
inside of my journal.

Written notes, and scraps of thought.
Things I thought were great that turned to naught.
Moments of laughter, The tears I fought,
Ah tapestry of lessons that life has taught.

Anyway, it doesn't matter at all.
The pages are locked and the key's with me
In my heart, these secrets scatter,
In my journal,
They're forever free.