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Jul 2010
These voices deep within my mind,
Hide treasure that no map can find,
A secret quest my heart must seek,
In silent words their voices speak.

This guiding light upon my soul,
Reveals a life in their control,
A chain that lets me think I'm free,
So far from where I want to be.

These hands that keep my heart at bay,
Protect it from attempts to stray,
These claws that tear my flesh away,
Remind me of their hold each day.
Nekatu Poetry © Arik Fletcher
Arik Fletcher
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