Lockets of our entirety
Clasped and closed
Rusted shut internally
Such a power posed
An ability to remember
To keep memories kept always
An ability to forget altogether
To lock horrors away
Where are our worries?
Where are our antics?
Where are our life fees?
Wherever we would like to pick
In elsewhere if we shall indeed insist
Elsewhere is here if we choose it to exist
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