Amnesia (Memory) 

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Box.

I grew up in a box, The four walls surrounding, Kept me safe, From harm, from danger Of a troubled world outside. The ground carpeted, Soft beneath my feet, To soften my grazes, my falls, The floor steady. The ceiling, the limit, Walls spotless white For pictures for others to paint — From loved ones to … Continue reading Box.