People like boxes,
Yet fitting is harder.
We plot like foxes
To fit with ardor.
Not all fit well.
Some may call them strange.
So we leave them in hell,
Until times change.
But some boxes stay
In the way we approve.
The boxes never go away,
Yet we think we've improved.
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Cacti & Paper Airplanes
PoetryDeep collection of prickly sweet poems and songs. Topics range from friendship and exploring the life of inanimate objects to murder, greed, and death. Darker tone emerges later in the collection. Cheers!
