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Aug 2010
The world is full of boxes
All taped shut
No sunlight to shine inside
The cold hand of emptiness
Dwells within its four walls
Left to their own devices they are
As destructive as their souls
With just a razor blade
We could let those boxes breathe
And allow their souls to bleed
Because the truth is better than a lie.
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   Daphne Ryan and Margrett Gold
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