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The Key to My Heart

The Key to My Heart  It’s tied around my neck with a leather string, fastened against my chest, guarded by proximity, touching the beat, monitoring its safety.  I fear its future keeper, of relinquishing trust to the wrong person, them breaking into my world and destroying what little I own.   I tuck the key under my shirt, wondering who will find it.

Today didn’t feel like Thursday, whatever that means. Enjoy your nights my friends.

–Leanne Rebecca