Box of dreamsA Poem by Anti Phalanx
Sullen square eyes gaze at star struck portrays,
They sit their stare in motionless despair, A small square box beholding dreams captured by their glare Only twenty minute shows, Each with numbered waves, But still; They've sat for a thousand days.
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1 Review Added on July 26, 2013 Last Updated on October 22, 2013 AuthorAnti PhalanxSolihull, West Midlands, United KingdomAboutProfessional Hobbyist. I live in a box. It is my box. I like my box. I like to peak out of it once in a while & feel glad about not peaking out of it so often. It's a rather nice box. more..Writing
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