it's dark out here
in the cool corridor
but for a soft glow
shining through the keyhole
i struggle with the
key
it will not go in, will not
turn, but clatters uselessly
too late i realize that
i have been trying to
open your door with
my key
all along
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the sun shines brightly cutting through the haze into tight corners of the post-atomic daze the concrete alley floor, with its broken flow...
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for fourteen years i wished my father dead at the age of eighteen i buried him it would take another six years to be rid of his physica...
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