Trinket Box Poem by Sel Lee

Trinket Box



Beautiful
Little trinket box
Though you are flawed
As they wind
You tick like clocks
Quick, quick
Out of mind
Locked, cold
Defined.
Forever, never to be opened
Untouched, untold
But tainted
Tainted.

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