Keys
I lost the keys
To the cage
Where I keep my heart
I traced my steps
Back to the coffee shop, through the door
Into the cellar and back up once more
I frantically searched under my bed
Into the the kitchen, under the floorboards
I think it was stolen
Then thrown away
So now my heart stays, locked up in its cage.
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