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Dec 2021
I reached into my hallow
jean pocket
the rough interior
brushed against my knuckles

I searched for my silver key
but couldn’t find it

a ripple of fear surged from my chest  
and formed a pit in the middle of my stomach

‘where is my key?!! WHERE IS MY KEY!!!??’
I internally screamed
Venga
Written by
Venga  24/F/NY
(24/F/NY)   
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   Khoisan
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