Boxes
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1 min readDec 13, 2018
Ribbons of our hands ripped,
present — our offspring — runs at will,
some of its fragrance lingers
mixed in our cardboard smell…
…as we biodegrade,
our toxic waste shall prevail!
Ribbons of our hands ripped,
present — our offspring — runs at will,
some of its fragrance lingers
mixed in our cardboard smell…
…as we biodegrade,
our toxic waste shall prevail!
making my way through mist of magic over lanes of logic