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Back to my box
My safe little box,
Where worlds will melt away.
And crimes to face the day
A face that seems so gray
And blank devoid of light (of life)
Too afraid for flight (for sight)
And when the day turns into night
Your wings will stir give way to flight,
Rustle, tussle, down from sight.
Feathers.
Settle.
Lay in defeat.
DEPLETE DEPLETE DEPLETE DEPLETE


Back into: my safe little box
Where I might: give way to thought.
That social order dictates charge,
That others fear for what the-
ACCUSATION


Crack baby, crack baby,
No need to be true,
For these rumors grew.
To wipe away.
AND SMASH THE DAY!
Pidget and sway…………….


Crimes every day,
That we can not help.
Simple thoughts,
No right to such wealth.