freezing my tears
next to my fears
in a cedar box
i hide in the attic
sealed in an envelope
folded twice over
a dream and a hope
i stashed in the cellar
locked in the volt
a can of my fires
threw away the key
to protect my desires
all of my feelings
i've had thus far
under fig newtons
in a cookie jar
from renegade dreams
i distance myself
by putting my soul
upon the top shelf
everything is protected
so that’s how it seems
but deep down inside
brew renegade dreams
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