Open little box We kiss your bottom and cover Keyhole and key The whole world lies crumpted in you It resembles everything Except itself Not even your clear-sky mother Would recognize it anymore The rust will eat your key Our world and us there inside And finally you too We kiss your four sides And four corners And twenty-four nails And anything else you have Open little boxSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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