Locks Myths

Think not, but speak
pour widows a peek
cripple and scribe
need hostess survive
shaking me whole’n weak

Shame, feared insane
follow’n fallen Train
Fear, last t’surrender
Angel w’mend her
dousing her w’Reign

New wise to seed
gray years to heed
skelt’n shorts
open doors
left lone’n unkeyed

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