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Poem || Lock and Key
the locks were checked twice, then thrice the gate had been locked because she’d paid the price of trusting somebody to keep their promise but, alas, they were all lies
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Poem || Finding Love
Bruised by them, she was spent, tired and lost. So she prayed to the Sun: “What does true love really cost?”
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The Life of So 