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i was a key.
...the heavy clunk of a deadbolt sliding into place
......the symmetry of a locked room
but that use is gone.
...twisted, mottled metal, more rust than shine
......forgotten in a drawer, scratched by other metal
.........that used to be something
awaiting a new purpose
...a ribbon to dangle from, perhaps, and a child to carry me
......releasing what i used to mean
.........so i can have meaning again