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Jul 2012
Rummaging through boxes,
seeking truth in a large house
a young boy is in panic.

The house's gloomy basement
only brings our boy fear
sending him up to the attic.

Beyond the dust clouds
he sees a very small box
and hesitates to open.

A quick prayer is hummed
as he turns the top *****
of a box that is broken.

Opening his eyes
he sees an empty inside
and wonders how to cope.

The sight of emptiness
blesses the boy with joy
for he is rewarded with hope.
James Ellis
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James Ellis  31/M/Minneapolis, MN
(31/M/Minneapolis, MN)   
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