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I live in a box of springs
And they’re all wound up tight
When one of them tips
The others spring
And all of them join the fight
I live in a box of fuses
And when one of them alights
The others spark
And if one booms
The others bang it “right”
I live in a house of mirrors
And none of them work right
This sees me empty
This sees me old
This sees me flaky and light
I live in a box of springs
And they’re all wound up tight
When one of them tips
The others spring
And all of them join the fight
About the Creator
Corwynna
I'm a 30 year old writer and biologist with a million hobbies and enough passion for all of them!
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