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DARK EYES
Special Treasures
Wait in caverns Of trust only opened After time. Years of rusting locks Lost keys of hope Hidden away Secret, worn dark wood chests With heavy, rough shorn clasps Broken dreams Cobb webs of losses Slowing progress Barring my way Hindering my walk When I open them? Who will find the keys? ~Dave~
6 March 2004
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