Martas poems: The key

Thursday, October 2, 2008

The key

I finally have the key, the key to the door that is not an entrance nor an exit. the door that does not stop anyone from entering when is closed, or lets anyone in when it is opened. I have the sad key that only opens a door that does not exist, but when I reach the dark door, that is not really a door and has no lock, the key is lost and even though I am now always looking for that key it does not matter if I find it or not, because the door is gone. Sign in to see full entry.

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