The Box

Mon, 07/21/2014 - 17:34 -- cece745

Hollow to the world around

But filled in my eyes

Holding the depths of ones

Desires and dreams

Filling the mind with

Powerful words

and life

Easily broken

And can never be fixed

Transfixed in the impulse

Of man.

Limited to the humbleness

Of ones heart

An escapade to the


And an assassin to

Ones soul



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