Keep safe those memories,
so rare and broken.
For some day they may be more than just a waste of precious moments.
Keep close those memories,
so life changing and harmful.
For one day the true lesson may arise from the holocaustic ashes.
Keep hidden those memories,
within that old shoe box.
For today, the pain is fresh and it takes time to heal.
A contest entry
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