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The Little Box MAG

March 31, 2011
By Anonymous

I live inside a box
A box made of glass
Everything inside stays inside

I can see everything from my little box
I can hear everything from the outside
But no one can hear me

And when I die
My box will burst
Into deadly little shards

But it is at the bottom of the ocean
Where my little box is kept
Far below where the light shines

When my little box explodes
My essence will be released
For all the world to see

But instead of rising to the surface
All that remains of my little glass box
Is devoured by the quiet entropy of life



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