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The lock
rivulets of hot tears
acid burns on the soul
yearnings unfulfilled
sorrow out of control
deep, dark waters
always the same
beckoning, inviting
to join in the game
who let out the monkey
threw away the key
there's no more denying
the lock lies in me
your blanket warmed
beside the cold sea
you picked the lock
and set me free
feedback van andere lezers- manono
This one is very universal, in consequence very solid.
killea: indeed, Christine, thank you
xx
j - Hoeselaar
Ik hoop dat niet alles zo zwartgallig zal zijn zoals jij dat wil doen geloven
Willy
killea: thank you Willy
xx
j - hettie35
Je hebt het soms negatieve uitstekend beschreven,
meer als een uitstekend waard!
groetjes Hettie
killea: many thanks Hettie
xx
j - kerima_ellouise
if a lock can be opened, the healing starts, close to the soul and a heart to give
weer erg graag gelezen, mooi!
groetekes
killea: many thanks kerima ellouise
xx
j - lief
nice poem June
xxx
liefs
killea: thank you lief
xx
j - silvia
I agree with the others Killea ! it's always a pleasure to read you !
grts
killea: thank you so much Silvia
xx
j - tessy
Ik kan niet meer zeggen dan wat al gezegd is.
killea: thank you so my sweet Tessy
xx
j - klaver4
the lock, the key and the secret (there is a song about that but can not recollect the name for now).
Funny but true, I've always been fascinated by locks and know by now quite good how to pick some of them!
enjoy being unlocked! especially if the lock is of the automatic kind and able to lock up on itsself again!
xxx
dicky
killea: Oh it can definitely do that Dicky
xxx
j
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