Locks — constant VARIABLE

Held by the sideOf the heart growing wideNear the solace and silence of souls The circuitry liedAs if something defiedWhat was certainly seen as a hole No given key,Could find any degree,Nor position or pressure to turn For rust and debrisLeft the tumblers unfreeSo no purchase a person could earn Even with picksAnd with dynamite […]

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