I have a secret reason to be nice to you.
I hid it so well that I have
forgot its path.
Touch the border of Soviet Union
and Mongolia;
it’s the line I described to Cambridge
when they asked who knows the truth.
I have a secret reason to be nice to you.
Don’t worry about lavender -
its in the back of your shoe.
Encounter me in your diamond,
for I’ve lost my shine,
and maybe it's the line where
you’ll find yours too.
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