Out of Lock

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Key by dreamijo

 

Out of Lock

If keys should lurch
From out our care,
Then spare the search:
They are not there.

So cars and gates
And unwound clocks
Have naught to sate
Their hungry locks.

The keys are lost,
They won’t be found;
For dropped or tossed,
They’ve gone to ground.

These keys live on,
They are not dead –
They’re gutter-gone
And softly fled.

 

 

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