Again
Pounding
On the table
Peering through the dark Display
Do they know it’s meOut here
In here
In the coldRummaging
Through my brain
For the keys,Lost
Are those silly
Passwords
I can hear the rolling tumblersPasswords
words, numbers,
words, words, numbers
Combinations, clickingwords, words, numbers
Under my thoughts
Couldn’t give the neighbor
A spare
Anyone know a
Digital
Locksmith? The magic words
Must beworking
If they’re
secretIf they’re
Even to me
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