• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 12
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a rusted heart,
a rusted key.
some wonder
which aged first.
i believe it was my heart,
long before you carelessly
that sparkling metal
down an old sink,
and left it there
until it matched
its mate. all was not lost
you fished it out,
presented it to me
on a twisted wire. a twisted
gift for our rusted love.