The Gaoler's daughter

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The oblivious kind - that you must be,

because of their eyes that you don't see.

The conspiritors that plot with devices

clearly show the signs of a crisis.

Those murmurers that gather about you,

whisper of  doings, but don't dare to. 

You'r not privvy to their machinations

or would-be secret  invasions.

Their intelligence that will be used, 

rebounds- and leave them confused,

attempting to steal you away:

your looks and the things that you say.

Those prisoners (that your thinking takes)

are willing captors (that your body makes)

Once the turn of each captive key

holds them fast and never are free.

words and foto T Carroll






◄ A Lady's dismissal

You do not hear my voice. ►


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