The muse holds a key and I the lock
Cast in the shadow of a silver smile
A look to turn and hide
Displays of affection wont bother
Its in the dark I will play
Bittersweet regret
Twisted amour
Tender as a misshapen vine
Asleep in the briars
These memories will lay
Sufferance of gold
Bonded by knot
And by heart
Stream from these hands
I stare from the grey
Images are ghosted
I am reflected in sand
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