Poem: Next

Next The key to the heart of thee, Is to turn it with the touch of a locksmith. Turning it with no love or expertise, Is that of a pirate exposing a treasure chest, And robbing it until it feels empty.

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“We grow to give new meaning to old words” - Jessica (podcast speaker) New poems encapsulated modern day struggles but no struggle hasn’t been heard of before. Poems are time capsules that were never dated. They were buried in the past but remain intact in the present.