Crossroads

Conversation
on the sidewak
quiet night
arguing
friendship.
I am
ready to give you
my trust-deed
with all dead matter
and the world of thoughts.
Beyond experience
no safe depository exist
to conserve possessions.
Nostalgia, insistence
all go wrong.
While the box stay closed
curiosity arise
and you will be the one
to shred it
to realize
it's all yours,
but in the end
it makes no difference.

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