Heart Still Locked

I rinsed my glass heart with her shallow tears.
An evil plan crowns a halo above her fears.
A chilled wine bottle rests on the kitchen table.
A ring-sized box with a red bow weighs a note.
I teared up, removing the key from the box.
It was a key to a stolen car.
I was hoping it’d be the key to her heart.

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