The Chest
Held within lies all my treasure
Full or empty one cannot simply measure.
What dwells inside?
Tis where all my possessions reside.
Unequipped with proper key to open
Memories lie inside with token.
Awaiting true individual with fitted key
Only then shall there be entry.
Ignoring overflowing shillings
Your true purpose was to claim my fillings.
You alone unlatched my chest
Now i ask that you put this troubled heart to rest.
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