Thursday, July 18, 2013

Store Away

There’s a shed I know
In the winter stands alone
Holds the things that no one knows
Though outside the green still grows—
It’s my mind and mine alone
In this shed that stands alone
Where inside I store and hide
The parts of me that have died—
The bad and the good
Under the hood
That once were
But never should

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