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The box

The box

In which to place

Things

Stuff

Bits and pieces

In which to find

Memories

Happy

Sad

In which to hide

Junk

Toys

Feelings

Under the bed

Back of the cupboard

Gathering dust

Home to arachnids

Webs

Deceipt

Tangled

Upon which the lid

Pushed

Squeezed

Nailed

Shut

Keeping out

Keeping whole

Festering

Fetid

Futile

Feelings

Junk

Stuff

 

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