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Oct 2014
Key
There was a key,
Once passed from hand to hand
from the cold to a deserted land,
then come to a halt in a hand
of a pure man.

For the dust and rust,
covering the outward
and the creak and break,
hiding inward
the pure man returned it to the girl
and she threw the key
to the deep vast sea

from the dirt and savagery
that the sea will free,
Until someone sane and dare
to venture out,
and retrieve the key,
and she once again
will be free
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procrastination
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