money into the black safe
behind
the portrait
of no one that i know.
i stuff
in important papers that
i don't want
stolen by a thief,
or lost in a fire.
pictures too,
things deemed
irreplaceable.
some gold
some silver,.
and as i close it,
spinning the numbered
dial,
i wish it was large
enough
to hold the likes of you.
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