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Take down the boxes from their dusty shelves
And gently pry apart the folded leaves
Unwrap the secrets so to timely delve
Into the murky depths of soft deceits

Amongst the scrawled misgivings and the shades
Of faded smiles that wander through the years
Across the ageing faces, till the page
Is turned again to mask their vagrant tears

These cardboard mausoleums that would hold
The bolded spectres we could ne’er replace
When age, and loss and entropy and mould
Make mysteries of all that were encased

These overflowing shelves, our lives could fill
A thousand trinkets Time would finally steal