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My loves a battered box with odd shapes of wood oak yew and pine carved with hearts from time to time. A mis matched assortment of broken pieces glued and repainted though with age the pictures tainted. Theirs no picture on the lid that's long since faded by the water damage tears from eyes past players jaded. I hope you understand this is more than just a toy this is the very essence of a very lonely boy. Close the box if you can't help me leave it there upon the shelf and let the pieces feel untouched as I do within my self.
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May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC
Jigsaw Heart
My loves a battered box with odd shapes of wood oak yew and pine carved with hearts from time to time. A mis matched assortment of broken pieces glued and repainted though with age the pictures tainted. Theirs no picture on the lid that's long since faded by the water damage tears from eyes past players jaded. I hope you understand this is more than just a toy this is the very essence of a very lonely boy. Close the box if you can't help me leave it there upon the shelf and let the pieces feel untouched as I do within my self.
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May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC
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