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
Let's all just take a moment to breathe, please. Do not smoke- so you will not wease. If you do I will take your keys. And send your body to the…
Mr. Ken is Now a Poet — Picklez
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Picklez · 4 comments