《锁》

                                                                     门上的一把锁
                                                                     刻满了风的影子
                                                                     曾经的它   发亮
                                                                     现在的它   发绣

                                                                     此刻的我   发愣
                                                                     角落里   曾经的徘徊
                                                                     -----包裹在密不透风的茧里
                                                                     把心锁在无边的荒漠里
                                                                     沉在寂静的汪洋里

                                                                     任凭喧嚣沸腾的尘    堆积
                                                                     让斑斑点点的锈       蚀满
                                                                     门上的一把锁
                                                                     风儿把它晃动
                                                                     曾经的它发亮
                                                                     现在的它发锈
 

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