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The Key





A copper latch
A wooden door
A wreath above
A welcome mat

Locked to all....the lie we trash
For to get through a key must pass

Our precious lives
Our favorite things
Our secrets kept
Our families

Truth be known....truth be shared
Truth, is everyone's too damn scared!


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