But the Lock Hasn't Got a Key

June 16, 2017
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Please hide my hands,

and don't let them see,

lock them in cages,

where they can't be freed,

a kind of stiff metal,

that they can't break apart,

don't let them near me,

or they'll tear into my heart,

they'll control the papers,

of where my heart sinks,

they'll try to change the writing,

of what I now think,

my brain is what they'll follow,

and feed it with lies,

that if I go on without them,

they'll leave my thoughts to die,

so I follow the path,

that they have made,

I'll stick to their rules,

and do what they say,

they'll take my arms,

and soon be reattached,

they'll take off the lock,

to my bones they had latched.

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