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
Can't we just pretend I'm human please? Can't we put me out where someone sees? Can't I wave my hand and say hello, not just cry with my head down on…
Let Me Out (E) — ScarTissue
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ScarTissue · 2 comments