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Inside the box, voices could be heard
nagging at my mind
Thoughts scrambling, fighting to be one
Ending in a light bulb moment
Radio had been left on low
Daft old man, I told myself
Inside the box, you know that, you remember
Memory is a tricky thing
Every hour that passes, it fades
Nice memories cling on fast
Sitting like a comfy armchair, don’t let go
Inside the box will help you keep listening
On this journey we call life
Nearer to your ending
A new beginning waits
Let go, let it in…
©AnitaDawes2022
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