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
He made me cry my friends, He made me cry again, But then I don't gain from dwelling in pain, Or maybe I made myself cry because I let the pain swell…
I CRIED. — J.D.C
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J.D.C · 1 comment