Camphor

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Camphor and fox furs
in a Chinese box.
Inlaid dragons, golden locks.
Scales and whiskers
like red crustaceans.
A smell traced to white blocks.

Layers and trays,
heavy white lace,
snare intangible wishes.
Yellowed damask with rusty stains,
fine skeins of baby wool.
Unravelling the paradox
of keepsake and loss.

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