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Locked Eyes
What once felt like spreading toes in cool spring clover
The dust, disturbed, that I've raked turns from fire to smoke
My heart and lungs now bleeding out from exposure
Left to swallow voiceless weeping in pleading choke
My words ought have been but brash ink sealed behind wax
To remain theory chided by my mind's crowd
In heart, I guard molten iron, despite stout tax
Never destined to consort, desire unavowed
The dust, disturbed, that I've raked turns from fire to smoke
My heart and lungs now bleeding out from exposure
Left to swallow voiceless weeping in pleading choke
My words ought have been but brash ink sealed behind wax
To remain theory chided by my mind's crowd
In heart, I guard molten iron, despite stout tax
Never destined to consort, desire unavowed
Published 4th Mar 2024
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