The handing in

in a tin box
I hid my memories
and tied them with
a ribbon of fresh
gold, earned from
the merchantry of
my poor franchise

not much; my
cross of silver
from when I was named,
my quill of peacock
from when they taught me,
and my handcuffs
of platinum and diamond;

Gave them all back
Left with a box of memories

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