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Locked Heart

My heart is a closed door.

No matter how I hard I try to open it.

It won’t open.

I have been pounding and prying yet door doesn’t budge.

I hid the key when I was kid.

I do not remember where I hid it or why.

Oh what alonely place I created when I am outsider to my own heart.

I see warmness billowing out the chimneys.

I smell good food too eat.

What a cozy place my heart is.

However, coldness and solicitude for me.

I would welcome many in…

Yet all I have is a locked door.


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