Bottled Memories

jar of crystals blue
In case I forget
I whisper each night
The things I have seen
That which I’ve done
The memories I’ve made
Both the good and the bad
And catch the words spoken
In a small little jar
That holds all my secrets
It’s kept next to my bed
In the hope that when I dream
I might re-live them again
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