But gradually, you stopped coming in, so I started to gather dead bolts again.

I gave you a rare invitation to my locked down heart. You showed up to help make every rose beautiful, and each time you returned I threw away one of the locks. But gradually, you stopped coming in, so I started to gather dead bolts again. Now all the rooms are cold, and the air smells like ruin. The beauty turned into a mess and I do not have a clue where to start the clean up. By Stephanie Bennett-Henry

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