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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Containers come with different purposes as they hold, wage, measure and engage. From stone walls to fragile shells, blood vessels to cage to idea. Containers come with different protections and methods for treasures to unveil. Each of a different purpose and story to tell. Holding memories, secrets, or material, spirits- preciousness, like a ring of a bell, a bluuurpbglllpll- vomit of a puppet, a ouija for a demon of Hell. In wooden chests, treasures lie hidden, till the creak of hinge is bidden. Whispers of history, stories in books, either Holy, educational, entertaining, mysterious or forbidden us. The brain to house memories, where they belong, the skull for the brain, to help keep harm from, or as a placeholder for grey matter placebo for some. The vessel of a porcelain teacup, holds warmth and comfort, it's mold to stand and deliver, as your lips gingerly quiver, bracing for impact, careful it's hot, you lily liver! Aww yes, sipping nature's elixirs with each delicate sip, in its delicacy, (pinky up sophisticately) we find wisdom's mold to behold, pattern, symbology, continuity, ingenuity, bounty, Thrift Store Old Lady looking at you look at her. antiques like security. Aaarg matey! A ship sails the vast, uncharted sea, bearing straits of discovery, to arrive in one piece and enjoying the ******* luxury. Contouring the wind's sweet glide. A private plane, a non fossil fuel of the Elites, a vessel of travel and privilege, reaching for the sky, off to Little St. James, though Hell is a contained container, and Hell is from here to Eternity. Continued....
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