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Locked Away - I Hold The Key
Compliments bond to my soul.
Old notes hit the bullseye.
In memories, a missing person's report is filed.
Locking eyes, yes I'm still alive.
Shows seen with tiny eyes, re-loved.
Small gifts imprinted, never escaping.
Greetings linger in time.
Agony requests a heartcut.
A voice I'd never give up.
A time I'd never refuse.
Do you understand what I am?
Hush, I know I'm sentimental.

©thekhan
Day 034/100
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