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The Box MAG

By Anonymous

   I put you in the box,

With all the other sweets.



Friends from the dead.

Daddies gone bad.

Invisible company.

Long hair.

Dirty knees.

The wind under the bridge.



All safe in the box

Of memories forgotten,

And screams I won't hear.

In that box I best leave closed.



And Love won't pry it open.

For what will you come out to,

But another bruise

And fresh hurt to hide from.



And a new gift for the box.





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