Burried Black Box

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The gentle breeze crashes into a window
the golden bond it shares with the world is broken
how long things stay pure
is a game of chance
but falling is a destiny

living is filling space
between birth and departure
no person has a purpose
and thinking otherwise is pointless
as much so as emotion

is sickness a curse
or is health
nobody kicks you when you're down
but nobody hesitates to kick you till you down

there are no "pro's"
in life verse death
eternal freedom
in the buried black box





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