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Aug 2016
There’s a small square box
I keep keys from locks
From out of my past
Where things didn’t last
They fit a locked door
That I opened before.
Each one there within
Lying dormant in tin
Keeps a life and a love
I’m no longer part of
So as I glance inside my past life's portal
With my mortal soul, I become immortal.
Dj
mortality
Donna S Jones
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Donna S Jones  59/F/Florida
(59/F/Florida)   
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