I thought they didn't belong
and they didn't but there was another
already on my key ring
I didn't notice before
right beside the ones
with too many teeth
going to the strange half-closets
beneath the stairs
with their thick bannisters
all the dust and dead flies collecting
time putting its spin onto the air
we breathe
at least the spiders
guarding the door frames
know me and you with your
berries and masks--
when will we kiss
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