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I opened my box, Turned the **** Hand and feet on position And danced to the music. Sometimes, the music is joyous. Sometimes, it is melancholic. I am waiting for the day When I don't have to turn the **** To hear music. And I am waiting for the day I finally outgrow my enclosure.
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC
Music Box
I opened my box, Turned the **** Hand and feet on position And danced to the music. Sometimes, the music is joyous. Sometimes, it is melancholic. I am waiting for the day When I don't have to turn the **** To hear music. And I am waiting for the day I finally outgrow my enclosure.
sha-florencio
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC
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