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A brazen key defies this damp hand
as if it knows to shy from salt
another door that awaits puncture
another chapter in the poetic gesture of life
I have to wonder if this time
the fit is as it should be, in my mind
making function from a past artists hand
making a new doorway bleed its light
Once a ring of jumbled keys
this chiming bulk of lessons held
turning endless in these tarnished locks
turning a boy into some form of man
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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