Strange little room
where I can store
the things most essential to me.
It is much bigger inside than outside
though who would know?
A cold and indifferent world
seeks entrance for the sake of destruction.
The door used to stand ajar
until indiscriminate intruders
chose to trample precious objects
with boots dirtied by selfish concerns.
Time has fashioned a lock.
It has transformed me into
a more discerning curator of
these things of fragile beauty.
Strange little room
where I can store
the things most essential to me.
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