A box.
A jack.
Spin the handle,
Make it pop.
Laugh or cry.
Do it again or run and hide?
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This had nothing to do with this book
I just wanted to try something new for a change
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Constant Feelings (Poetry)
PoetryTime is ticking away, For all is left to stray. An ongoing cycle of sadness, My mind is left with madness. All I ever knew, It's all tinted in a dull blue. Could you fix a broken heart, Could you give me a restart. Left with withered ties, Alone wit...
