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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For my family who were always scared For my friends who were never really there For the people living in this huge sphere I was mere stranger anyway.…
Stranger — poetrybynana
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