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Black Box You got this trapped inside what is roaming around, bouncing. Clawing at, emptiness you found. What is not seen as in an illusion you cast from what goes into an ocean that depth. What grows like a secret a cipher to your hands. When you unlock the black box in your head, that you are seeing the fish swimming. The moon rising. You are part of this experiment gone bad. With arms and legs kicking out; quaranteened. Vote for this poem
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