There once was a story.
About little people who lived in boxes.
Boxes of walls and spaces.
They looked into boxes and thought inside boxes and boxed their thoughts and feelings and things into boxes.
They'd boxed themselves in,
Wondering why there were so many walls around everything they did.
They loved their boxes.
They lived inside them,
And they'd die inside them,
Too.
Trapped inside boxes of things,
Thoughts and feelings,
And themselves.
Boxed in.
R.L.J.
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