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The unsettling waves in or around me
Plays an undecipherable melody.
On my watch, the highs and lows roar in the sea.
Yet somewhere something carves it into a beautiful melody.
The lows touch the mourning pasts,
The highs deliberately those shadows cast.
Tricking the audience the magician casts
The masterpiece spell that forever would last.
The blacks and whites, the pure and tough
Gives a pattern, yet similar to a handcuff,
Blocks the throat with a roar said "enough"
That won't let out an unbearable cough.
For the keys are many, yet they are one,
For alone they don't but together, they're done
With the desires and duties of the possessed one.
I wish the locks, the blocks, the coughs and "enough"s were undone.
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