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
Diminished by the strong wind that broke their hearts. Carried on to worthless lives They wandered around the virtuous street of life. But now they…
Where have the innocent souls gone? — Angie. A.
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Angie. A. · 2 comments