Survival Kit
The rusted latch cuts chewed finger tips.
Pryed open, needled jabbed emotions lay inside.
Grab the peanut butter crackered hugs,
Nurture the starved soul.
Chocolate kissed squares await to be devoured.
Sip bottled water enhanced with "I love you`s".
Replenish the survival kit for lifes next survivor.
Lock it tight .
Don`t lose the key.
You may be back with company.
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