My heart is in a box,
scared and alone.
It does not listen to a thing.
It can only stare at the black veil.
Memories are left untied.
It does not feel secure.
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The earth caresses the box,
Holding it like a sacred child.
It stays silent against the night.
Tears trickle down its chest, surpassing evil.
It becomes united with itself.
The earth’s presence induces rescue.