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in the attic

i like to tell myself
your place in my life
is completely undefined
but the simple truth
is you’re in a box
i can’t admit is mine
discretely hidden
in a secret place
that only i can find
not far away
never hard to reach
masterfully enshrined
behind a thick wall
through a tiny door
dutifully confined
carefully packed
beautifully wrapped
and intricately designed
nestled in a corner
sharing space with fears
in the attic of my mind