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Feb 24. 2026
I guard what I hold, though I open with ease. I’m a circle that’s broken, yet meant to appease. I travel on waistlines, on saddles, on shoes - a small metal keeper that tightens your clues.
Feb 24. 2026
I guard what I hold, though I open with ease. I’m a circle that’s broken, yet meant to appease. I travel on waistlines, on saddles, on shoes - a small metal keeper that tightens your clues.