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I own the deeds to a keyhole

Blue smoke some jealousy and

a sandpit

Trowel and fork under the lock

Empty faced Crusoe

I own the deeds to a keyhole

Bounced cheque guaranteed by sadness and

My sanity

You own the same it's not a game

Twenty-first century

I'll burn my deeds and throw the sand to your face

Insanely hoping you to catch the truth

Insanely so

I own nothing and

All you've caught are few grains

I have nothing

And love got lost in Utah