Poem -

Locks

shots fire. Windows break. Yet the pain still lies wide awake. Push it back to the loneliest ends of your mind, and it breaks the windows. It shoots the gun. Demanded to be awoke in the teens of your listening and attention. Only one price. Your freedom. 

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