locks
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There’s always a key.
A key to one’s mind
A key to one’s heart.
A key to one’s soul.
Locked away for same keepings,
But thieves still slither this earth.
Skilled thieves pick locks
A shiny lock
Numbers written around the edge in a circle
I watch as it turns
Back and forth
The numbers blend together
Amd I get confused and lost
No longer sure how to unlock it
