saving up
those memories
like some sort of
dowry for my heirs
as though
i were queen of
a place of pain
collecting rubies of misfortune
diamonds sparkling loneliness
ruling over
a land
that has no idea
turn the key
open the rusted lock
let all the hurts out
reveal what's inside
what i've saved up
all these years
little mementos
little reminders
that i was there
that i lived through it
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