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Change Of Heart

 

once I had the locks for the night
     but not the keys for the morning
now that I am no longer
     intoxicated I act as though I am
free whirling dervish limbs
     offer up with humble spirit
all that cunning claw-tipped hands 
       never could grasp

D.W. ►

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