He had keys for doors that no longer existed and kept them anyway, sorted by the year the building came down. On Sundays he laid them out on the…
What the Locksmith Knew — Klára S.
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Klára S. · 11 comments
In somber thoughts, my mind doth dwell The color blue, a hue of hell & shades of green, that pierce my soul Their shine, a wound that takes its toll…
Troubled #9 — Stuart J.
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Stuart J. · 7 comments