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
You bring out the joy You bring out the new You bring out the best You bring out the light Always has been you No need to be coy Holding you tight…
I Love You — TatteredMoon
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