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Aug 2010
Here is my box
Just for me
Full to the brim
Of hopes and dreams

You can try
To strain and see
But these things here
Are just for me

And when the world
Begins to smother me
I climb inside my box
Of hopes and dreams

For they can’t touch me when I hide
I’m sheltered from reality
I laugh, I smile
When I’m inside
Because they can never take my fantasies.
CG
Charlotte Greenstock
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