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Dressing us in matching shirts

Grandma sneaks us off to church

Wrap our arms around each other

I am barely six years old

Grandma cries out of control

Hands me something I'm too small to hold

I am a locked drawer

I am a locked drawer

I am a locked drawer

I am a locked drawer

When you grow up

Grow up to fast

Bury your past

Too close to the surface

Some people don’t grow up

They just get older

Their babies keep digging

Their sands for treasure

My sister’s claimed all the

Valuable furniture

And my brothers have both got

All of her artwork

And I am a locked drawer

Full of hеr secrets

Someday shе will go

And I’ll have to keep ‘em