Keys
I've chained myself to the stories I keep telling about myself And carefully clumsy woven together. When I someday find that person Who holds the keys to set me free I know I've found the one.
[At Mastodon I asked people to give me a word and I would try to write a poem containing that word. Keys was one of them.]
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