Box

I've got a box, No bigger then my hand
I've got a box, and it's filled with memories
Burnt from loose cigarettes, they're frayed and black
Papers with words and scars from bleeding quills
Broken little glass's, some precious medals
Century old forms of currency, the other half of her heart
I've got a box, no bigger then your hand
I've got a box, and it's filled with pain
Chains from my past life, and Oceans that the world has yet to name
Globes that posses the power to create flames
Plastic men with guns, the ones used in justified murder
I've got a box, that has more then the whole world

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