Locket

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I wear a special locket,
naked to the eye and seen by me.
It was worn when I was devoted—
devoted to an illustrious dream.

The contents remain unknown.
Maybe there’s a smile or a little note.
Even though I call it my own,
I don’t want to risk letting it go.

It’s my first ever locket—
one I don’t care to open.
When someone gets close, I hide it.
Perhaps, I can show them.

And if I do,
they’ll see the feelings I had—only for you.
Some will offer to trade it for something better.
I can’t do that. What does it matter?

I wear a special locket,
naked to the eye and seen by me.
I keep it close—
never letting go of that precious dream.

There will be cases where audio versions will ruin the essence of the poem.

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