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Your kisses left and buried,
Beneath our fading laughs,
Memories I'll neatly seal,
In a box I call my past.

So it's with a heavy heart,
My tears are dried from sight,
As a ribbons laces the edge,
Of this box I seal so tight.

I give away my history,
The good times that once were,
This box of faded meaning,
Now belongs to her.

(**not mine** but saved for good reason)