No matter how I tried
the key would not cooperate
in the basement
of the haunted mansion
each door a struggle
to open
shutting them
no problem
I imagined my future
alone with my cart
the carpet muffling
my insane songs
just some random words
leftovers from feast day
those damn cranberries
plus the doors
the key looked bent
by a compelling mind
was it mine? such strength
does brass bend like gold
does he love me too
am I staring too long
remembering about breath
and how it is good for you
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