In the toy box
Are memories of your
Childhood.
Action figures,
Remote controlled cars,
Stuffed animals.
The place where dust
Gathers since it hasn’t
Been used in so long.
Forgotten.
Unwanted.
Even though it is
Full of toys...
It’s empty.
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