And, if not, say my name

I will remain silent
And put the sounds of a rushing
World in a box.
I will hide it deep in a closet.
Tears for key,
Screams for lock.
Let down my hair in front of
A mirror with
Cobwebs of dreams
Spiders of thoughts.
I will brush it while
Flipping through
The pages of a magazine.
Expecting my mind to be
Silent and behave.
I will  hope that
Late hours will have mercy
On secrets, broken dolls
And the book unread.
I will trust your hand
To be soft and warm
While the candle flickers. 

OH
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