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Here

She’s going to let you open up the box

Proceed with caution

Don’t say you didn’t want to see its contents after you have

Because you don’t like them

You don’t have to like them

Just don’t cast that dislike onto her

Didn’t you say she was one of your closest friends

She wanted to share things with you

Her thoughts, her preferences, her convictions

Because you are special to her

She could have easily kept them to herself

But there’s something about you

Something that made her think you should have a peek inside

It pours, it drips with pearls and silver spoons

But you come across some coal and rubble

She tells you that they are rubies and gold

You don’t see it

You can’t agree

You find out you two are on different sides of the river bank

Don’t swim across to meet her if you don’t want to

Just don’t throw rocks at her to fall into the current

Remember that there are still those pearls and silver spoons

That there’s that aged clock that ropes you two together

She won’t apologize for what you think are coal and rubble

But you two can remain companions

Growing the length of your arms to reach each other across the river

Know the contents in the box are not to upset you

They’re just her thoughts, her preferences, her convictions

Hers

She’s not telling you to take ownership of them

Your box is full already

She wants to see inside

Even if she sees some of your jewels to be coal and rubble too

That thing that makes you feel trapped in the tundra

Is what makes her feel like she’s running free through a flowery field

You don’t know why that is

But don’t let that linger, don’t let it bound your mind

Share, share, share all your precious coins

What gets under your skin

What makes you riled up

And what makes you smile

What makes you satisfied

You’ll find that some look like hers while others do not

But there can exist a disharmonious harmony

Because you know you’re able to share, share, share

Without fearing she’ll be gone after she closes the box

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