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A small metal object hides
most of my past,
it is the gateway into
problems and solutions,
I keep it hidden from sight -
buried deep beneath the
rubble of my life.
Every now and again
I choose to seek it out,
to search for truth,
to find honesty,
to find myself,
at times it barely
serves a purpose,
at other times it is a godsend,
showing me paths to avoid
and paths to follow.
That little metal key,
unlike any other,
is always with me,
always...
year after year.
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