Locket
Locket.
Two halves, hinged, backed in gold and carved so carefully.
Two faces, inside, set apart and kept behind glass.
When prying eyes open it wide, the two faces look away,
Avert their gaze, indifferent neighbours.
So the prying eyes discard their curiosity and leave them be.
More fool them.
For when it's closed, they look upon each other once more,
And face to face they know their secret's safe.
Lock it.
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