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Crystal box

Date Written: November 6, 2017

Here I am locked,

In a crystal box,

writing songs no one hears.

Drinking cup,

after cup,

after cup,

of fear.

Why is it so lonely here?

How many bloody, blood stained hours,

since I have smelled the smell of flowers?

This is the answer to forgotten prayers,

& this is pure,

though pure is rare.

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