The Box

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It contains memories
Of the lost
Keeps records
Of the forgotten

So much information
That no one reads
That no one sees
That no one needs

There it sits
Undisturbed
To hold its treasure
Until the day

Someone will come
Looking for something
And inside the lid
Hopes and dreams lie

The box sits
Collecting dust
Waiting there
For the one

- starr

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