In my closet

On the top shelf  There’s a shoebox
My treasures from past And what I
wrote on paper now yellowed Sleep
well hidden It keeps me going
The rush I get thinking If
you ever going to find out Things
I’ve written, Things I’ve chosen as precious
Shaking all the assumptions
you once made of me



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