Keys in Pocket

Hollow Enigma

Lock my door with tools from my pocket.
Wrapped on a ring holding my love’s locket.

Onward to a home away from bed.
A more changing way to be fed.

I sit under the dim waning light.
Letting go of our current abundant plight.

We all carry different sets of keys.
but here only liquid holds fees.

  • Author: Jake (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 19th, 2022 07:23
  • Category: Surrealist
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  • unbeknownst.to

    This one is my favorite of all the new ones you have written



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