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
Nu sunt aripile mele cele cu care zbor Nu sunt visele mele cele care mă dor Nu îmi dai, nu îmi dai tu, nu Nu îmi dai, nu îmi dai tu, nu Nu sunt…
Neiubita ta — 🩷The f.
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🩷The f. · 1 comment