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The Lock
Close the heart
Bellowing soul within
Drying the sultry stains from rain
Lonliness remains
A moment is truth
A period is fact
Eternity is Satire
Grasp beneath the surface
A mask of gleeful contentment
Behind is a cup which needs refill
As time has stopped and spilled
Break away from the bondage of doubt
The chains that bar from another
To enter ones meaning, purpose, or simply a connection
As no one holds a key that exactly match
But only pry a space
The hand can reach again to grasp a new fate
Bellowing soul within
Drying the sultry stains from rain
Lonliness remains
A moment is truth
A period is fact
Eternity is Satire
Grasp beneath the surface
A mask of gleeful contentment
Behind is a cup which needs refill
As time has stopped and spilled
Break away from the bondage of doubt
The chains that bar from another
To enter ones meaning, purpose, or simply a connection
As no one holds a key that exactly match
But only pry a space
The hand can reach again to grasp a new fate
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