The box~
I keep a razor
In a wooden box
With pictures
Trinkets, jewelry
And lochs
It's under my bed
I keep it locked
And lost the key
But all the faces
Are still in my head
And
Sometimes
They
Talk
To
Me
~
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
The box~
I keep a razor
In a wooden box
With pictures
Trinkets, jewelry
And lochs
It's under my bed
I keep it locked
And lost the key
But all the faces
Are still in my head
And
Sometimes
They
Talk
To
Me
~
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