- Vol. 03
- Chapter 06
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Lock and Key
I’m hidden like salt in the sea, you taste my urge, but you cannot see my body curve like a rain-soaked cane. I am round as a yellow bowl. Quiet on quiet. Lost in your shape. Pour me out like water; your secrets are safe with me. Lock and key — as tight as a mother’s fondest memory.