effervescent and incandescent,
it is the crux of all your thoughts.
so you mumble under breath
words that hang like locks.
they sit heavy on the gates,
held together by the fates.
they fizzle to the top
and linger.
and linger.
until the freedom itself stifles
and stops.
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sheila sea 
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my favorite place to look: “words that hang like locks”
thanx, fine job
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Beautiful poem, Sheila!
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Love the “words that hang like locks”
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