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I’ve chained myself to the stories
I keep telling about myself
And carefully clumsy woven together.
When I someday find that person
Who holds the keys to set me free
I know I’ve found the one.

[At Mastodon I asked people to give me a word and I would try to write a poem containing that word. Keys was one of them.]

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