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
Home isn't always four walls and a roof, Sometimes it's a person, sweet and aloof, A girl with kind eyes and a perfect smile, Who makes you forget…
The girl with a perfect smile — Tanner
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Tanner · 1 comment