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People pour their secrets into me like milk.I’m a bottle with a tight cap.
I’m a wire: electricity runs through me.
I swallow blood and bile,and roses.
I’m a graveyard filled with bruised bodiesand buried treasure.
None of this is mine.
My powers of containment are in great demand.