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Boxed Thoughts

There are some memories,

We keep buried deep down,

In a box with a lock,

Whose key you throw away.

Often it opens up,

On occasions like this,

By someone who,

Knows you,

Not just from yesterday.

Often then,

We wonder why,

It’s all coming back again,

After all these years,

The same thing,

Which was boxed earlier.

 
 
 

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