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Carefully, wrapped, packed and boxed away Accumulation of thoughts, memories, desires Turn out the light, gently close the door Physically hidden, closure satisfied. But in the quiet times the thoughts return The tiniest reminder, The greatest jolt. Dragging the mind inside the room, Unpacking the box, Blowing off the dust Watching the sparkle, wistfully remember.
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