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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i. i sit quietly watching the man seeking my soft spots with nimble fingers sliding in the needles, head, neck, belly, arms i'm froz...
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