A blot of ink, a word, a world,
A hand casts shadow over stars.
i try to move the fingers
That only push dirt,
Trapped rain water falling faster,
Choking a box i will never open.
There is no key,
But the lid is held down.
i will not give a word, a world;
To show one's hand is closure.
A hand casts shadow over stars.
i try to move the fingers
That only push dirt,
Trapped rain water falling faster,
Choking a box i will never open.
There is no key,
But the lid is held down.
i will not give a word, a world;
To show one's hand is closure.
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