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Tonight I found his keys.

I held them in my hand for a moment
Cold and metallic
Their jagged edges an appropriate symbol
For a man who forced his way in

I had tried to send them back once before
And they were still inside that envelope
Buried in a box
Beating like a tell-tale heart
Still burning holes in the floor
1000 miles away from where they belong

Perhaps that's how he still gets in sometimes
While I'm fast asleep
Unable to tell him to get out

I'll try to return them one more time
This time in an envelope
And this time, postman
Please don't let me down
Slide them right under his door
Like a wiretap
Like a curse
For him to step on

When I drop them in that mailbox
I hope I will finally feel unlocked

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