i have the key
the key whom loved
Betrayed by the lock smith
who tortured
My beloved
Broken locks
Empty doors
He threw me away
No good he said
Sorry he calmed
pick me back up
and put me were I belong
her key wasn't enough.
a key is never enough
Rooms start to fill
he try to restore
that key can never be restored
and want good is a key
if it never found its proper place .
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Author:
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