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A Poem by andrew mitchell

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The task of opening
your heart locked
through a numbered combination,
has left me wondering whether,
if I  am successful,
how old would your love be,
or if someone else succeeded
where does I, 
the locksmith sit
before my decoding
of you my love to be. 

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Nice metaphor! Love this poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

I thank you so much for having the time to review,:)

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andrew mitchell

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