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The Gates Are Closed
At night she feels she's clasping metal gates
That are locked closed, so that she cannot pass;
And, in between the bars, she sees soft grass,
Marked by bare footfalls - is this what awaits
The living, once they're passed their sell by dates?
As she observes: erotic shadows mask
The faces of the lost; she finds her task
Of finding him's impossible - this grates
Upon her lurid mood, but she survives
And carries on her work and rest sans play;
But shakes the gates by night, because it shows
She wants to fuck devotion, for he lives
On in her heart; and she'll always obey,
Although the gates are locked and must stay closed.
That are locked closed, so that she cannot pass;
And, in between the bars, she sees soft grass,
Marked by bare footfalls - is this what awaits
The living, once they're passed their sell by dates?
As she observes: erotic shadows mask
The faces of the lost; she finds her task
Of finding him's impossible - this grates
Upon her lurid mood, but she survives
And carries on her work and rest sans play;
But shakes the gates by night, because it shows
She wants to fuck devotion, for he lives
On in her heart; and she'll always obey,
Although the gates are locked and must stay closed.
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