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Locked
Locked is my heart.
Now no one
Can get in.
I'm just a setting sun.
I give up,
Tell me,
Where's the gun.
Locked are my arms
Around a ghost
That's the most
I can hope for now.
As for love
That sacred cow.
All us losers
Can just bow.
Locked are my eyes
Onto hazy blue skies.
I'm standing on a chair.
Lord, can you reach
My hand from there.
Or must I rise
Up in the air.
With what faith I have left.
Locked my soul.
But still open to theft.
poem
by
Kevin East
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