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Our Shoebox Revisited
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March 2010
It sits there, under my bed where it always seems too cold,
houses all the memories of when we were still my dream come true,
should be in a dumpster turning to ashes but I can not let it go,
instead it chooses to ensure the lower part of my room has a chill to it,
still it is the last I have of us and I do not wish to wake up from the dream yet.
