Trapped inside a dim lit box;
centuries old.
Soundless on the outside, yet,
blaringly loud within.
Emotion hides,
among the foreboding darkness,
and the waning stench of death...
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Written December 1st, 2004
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As always, I get my own things out of poetry,and I'm very often wrong. This brings to mind... treachery, hidden long ago in a chest, hidden so that truth wouldn't be revealed. but then again, I am, as I said, often wrong.
Jade
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