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I dreamt

April 12, 2014

We went to get the mail,
Inside was a box.
Plain, medium, wrapped
In brown paper…
I didn’t pay much mind…
Until,
You wouldn’t let me see
Inside
Or tell me anything about
That box.
You became secretive
Protective
Made me curious
Anxious And sore.
But in the end
I walked away
Keep your box
I don’t want anything
From you
Not given freely.

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