The Utah "Box"

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    The Utah "Box"

    Shaped by the community
    Formed by the self propelled sins
    which have taught so much.

    Love, Fear, Calmness, & Hate
    run through your veines,
    Never to be seen until you bleed.

    As your bloood feeds your body
    you will form into what you have seen,
    heard, &/or felt in your bitter past time.

    And so i ask myself? do i become bitter
    or let myself bleed...

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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