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The Music Box

His heart pumps liquid ice
His blood runs warm in the coldest way
His heart is cracked
His brain is strewn
His soul’s been racked
To find one thing
The heart beat
The beat, it sings
Such a mournful tune
His heart, the music box
The box is immune
Cracked so many times
But still, it chimes
It refuses to quit
Though hit and split
It pumps liquid ice
It beats out the song
But For how long?

by Elijauh Starr

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