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by SoUrNameIsTia Jun 7, 2008 category : Dark, fantasy / unexplained
Dings of rhythm, play about, from a mysterious box, full of red petals. I look in amazement, only to see that the spinner is still, but yet music still fills the room. The box plays a song, unexplained, and lovely, however it leaves you feeling uneasy, playing all on its own. A hand, inside, from a dark angel, mysterious and beautiful, rotates a spinner, making the box, play. --All Poems by Tia E Copyrighted
by thesuffocationinsafety
This is such a beautiful write great job 5/5
by Nob Ody
I enjoyed it quite a bit
by chaye
I think that is really great. Good job you write such good poems