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There’s always a key. A key to one’s mind A key to one’s heart. A key to one’s soul. Locked away for same keepings, But thieves still slither this earth. Skilled thieves pick locks
Luscious blonde to black, Every color in between. Your locks I adore.
A shiny lock Numbers written around the edge in a circle I watch as it turns Back and forth The numbers blend together Amd I get confused and lost No longer sure how to unlock it
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