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May 17, 2012

By sundaysmile, Jackson, MS

Before I opened my eyes, God gave me a music box

I ripped out the twirling, plastic ballerina

"Perfection" in a dress, Peptol Bismol colored pink

Took her out, the lily white lie, before I cared

What someone else'd think

Ten days from being eighteen

And now I'm plucking at the strings

Covered in a veteran rust, no longer understanding the harmonies

Forgot what I was trying to say..

But God gave me a music box, before I even opened my eyes

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