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i originally was writing a song, then i stopped and never finished, and i also cant find a melody to go with it. So for now i guess it remains a poem. I also dont like the title fi you have any suggestions


The music box in the center of the room
plays soft despite the impending doom
that awaits it

We wait for the man outside
sitting in the rain
with a checkered cap and a crooked smile
to come in

He asked us why
our pupils grow
for fear of
what we dont know

I said to him
well I dont know
Its everything I've ever been to told
to do


I dont particularly like this, but your comments are welcome, and apprecited.