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Keys

  • Forfatters billede: cybernuhn
    cybernuhn
  • 13. feb. 2018
  • 1 min læsning

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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