There is a box
or is it a wall?
It has no locks
No form at all
We share things
a touch, a glance
sometimes we laugh
sometimes we dance
Behind our eyes
the truth implores
A vault of cries
without doors
There is a box
Or is it a lair
That guards those things
We never share?
J~.
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