I saw a white boy crying
about his broken metal music box
while I read the news that
dead men came crawling home through sand.
Though it didn't make me weep,
it made me wonder
how glass would look
with them inside.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
I saw a white boy crying
about his broken metal music box
while I read the news that
dead men came crawling home through sand.
Though it didn't make me weep,
it made me wonder
how glass would look
with them inside.
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