They can’t find me
And I can see
everything
They’d never think to
look for me here
We were forbidden to
touch or go near you
An immediate allure
Poisonous tree
they said
Shelter for me
Under the boughs
Gateway to my secret
orchard
My halcyon hideaway
We met in May at the
end of the garden
My secret place
With log stools and a
table
Purloined from the
wood pile
Call Call Call me
I will not come
Me and my toys are
here
Do Not Disturb
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