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The empty cardboard box
Mocking us by its very presence
We fill it.
Slowly we place each item
Into its empty cavern with
Reverence
For the life that will never use them
Never smile for us or ask us for his
First puppy.
Quietly packing our hopes away
For this one is not the same
As another
We hold each other with empty arms
Our unspoken thoughts only fears
Of tomorrow.
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