In the Box
Whatever it is, it isn't for me.
A box, secret locked, not needing a key.
Inside is a girl, your lover, I know,
You stayed with her once, one week in the snow.
Her letters from nowhere, ink gathering dust.
You keep them, you know them, and hide them you must.
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