I have a green box
it’s striped interior holds
the physical things
that I’ve left my mark on
here on earth
it used to be a gift box
then it held the tiny plastic bricks
that fueled my tiny raging imagination
and now it holds
some of my last memories
so,
don’t judge what’s in my
green box
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC
I have a green box
it’s striped interior holds
the physical things
that I’ve left my mark on
here on earth
it used to be a gift box
then it held the tiny plastic bricks
that fueled my tiny raging imagination
and now it holds
some of my last memories
so,
don’t judge what’s in my
green box
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