If I check the lock once more, I'll scream - 
heart pounding with the opening of a door, or
footsteps echoing the close -
such a scaredy-cat.

The wood, fresh-chiselled
to take the print of metal -
bolt and lock screwed tight -
I hear them swear that they are there

and holding fast.
I have the guarantee in black and white
so it must be true.
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