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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511446" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Cupboard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind the Welsh Dresser, <br>fine china, <br>dinner plates <br>and an old vase<br>is a cupboard. <br>It is a place I store <br>dark secrets, <br>shame, <br>hidden love<br>and <br>old memories.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its walls are shelved<br>where books <br>turn towards me<br>so as to hide their titles.<br>My jewels<br>are housed in <br>cardboard boxes<br>so as to hide<br>their worth.<br>and old photo's, <br>in black and white<br>hold my <br>memories<br> <br>The cupboard door <br>is white<br>and the door <br>has panels.<br>You can see the<br>grain of the wood<br>through the paint<br>and even though <br>I paint it <br>every year, <br>the grain<br>shows through.<br> <br>I've tried to reveal, <br>to show<br>and tell <br>my secrets, <br>those unmasked<br>truths<br>but somehow<br>I never can.<br>I will have to <br>keep the key<br>and even when I die<br>my secrets, <br>they will die with me.<br> <br>Here is my cupboard, <br>my life, <br>my memories.<br>Only go there<br>if you dare<br>for the truth<br>will pierce your heart, <br>challenge your beliefs<br>change you<br>rearrange you <br>and <br>your ideas<br>of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ruth+Walters">Ruth Walters</a><div class=q>
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fine china, 
dinner plates 
and an old vase
is a cupboard. 
It is a place I store 
dark secrets, 
shame, 
hidden love
and 
old memories.

Its walls are shelved
where books 
turn towards me
so as to hide their titles.
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