Tell me your thoughts and I'll keep them safe and sound in a glass jar with holes poked in the lid so they can breath.
(That's where I keep my most important thoughts, too.)
I'll give them leaves to munch and sticks to climb and fresh flowers every every day.
I'll take care of them because I love you.
But really, I'll keep them because maybe someday our thoughts will get so mixed up and comfortable that we'll forget whose is whose.
Doesn't that sound nice?
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