We all have boxes

Full of treasures we keep

Where trinkets hide

And memories sleep

Whether brittle wicker

Or velvet-lined

Inside these boxes

Are secrets to find

Etched upon the fabric

Soaked into the seams

These boxes are

Time-capsules of dreams

Or they’re just boxes

No more than they seem

Dry places to store

Our sweaters and jeans

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