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Dec 2012
You thought you had me
Like your little secret
A key hidden under your wing.

Until I found it.
Swallowed it whole.
It first ripped my heart open, then it was smooth all the way down.


You are spastic, confused.
Your key is lost.
You're too late.

You haven't realized
Keys aren't needed
To open these locks.
Part I
Veronica Emilia
Written by
Veronica Emilia  New York
(New York)   
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