Nostalgia in my Chest

Nostalgia in my Chest

In a nook of my room, stands an old chest
Vibrantly hued, wreathed in satin and lace
Holding me captive, as if possessed
Fragments of moments, I forever trace
Whiffs of past life dwell in this mystic place
It holds inside, myriad versions of me
Bitter, sour, sweet spells from the past to see
Love-drenched memoirs, unfinished confabs too
Sanctuary or cage, be free or flee?
Beyond time and space, these memories woo!
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