boxes
are squares
with more dimension-
boxes
are my inner feelings
they are the words
i speak
when there is no sound...
they portray the thoughts
that my mind will not speak
they are me
in every-way-
they glow
with the life
of my soul
and their life depends
only, upon my existence here...
when i leave,
my boxes
will change their shape,
in one mass
they become my grave...
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