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I was cleaning my wardrobe yesterday Dusty suits that forgot my face Worn-down clothes Eaten by moths I found a box A shoe box so old It wasn’t mine Or someone else’s Not heavy Too light either I blew on it once To clear the surface dust Rough cardboard lid And then I remembered what it was After opening it It was once a bank Once a house Once a toy track with twisted wheels Once the safest place To stash all the candies and cards you won in a game But most of all, it was a memory A memory I’ve kept in a similar box Not in a wardrobe But in my mind So long ago
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May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:56 PM UTC
Shoe box
I was cleaning my wardrobe yesterday Dusty suits that forgot my face Worn-down clothes Eaten by moths I found a box A shoe box so old It wasn’t mine Or someone else’s Not heavy Too light either I blew on it once To clear the surface dust Rough cardboard lid And then I remembered what it was After opening it It was once a bank Once a house Once a toy track with twisted wheels Once the safest place To stash all the candies and cards you won in a game But most of all, it was a memory A memory I’ve kept in a similar box Not in a wardrobe But in my mind So long ago
NORAYR
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23/M/Armenia
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:56 PM UTC
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