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May 12, 2014 § 2 Comments

There is no mystery to me
in a key:
No promise or power
to lock and unlock,
to be admitted to a special place,
to have the things inside a box.

It is only a thing
and less than a thing,
curious,
mechanical bling,
dangling and dulling on a ring.

Maybe this is why I’m always misplacing them.

 
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