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Jun 2015
Every day,
I wake up in a box room.

Each day,
there is something I must build.

Each night,
What I built disappears

And the cycle continues.

I wonder what it's like outside of this box,
Are other people also building in box rooms?

I will never know as I sit here,
Building every day,
In my little box.
Ben McDermott
Written by
Ben McDermott  Kansas City
(Kansas City)   
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