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open

smell

grab

bite

play

amuse

still at the age

the age so... well aged

it still seeks to bring out

bring out that inner soul

bring out that untouched passion

that cleanliness

the childlike instinct

of illusions and mishalf

think outside that perfume of maturity

pull out the lion, the monkey

see what they do

what do they do?

your in control

then off with the head

the bear so vulnerable he crumbles

your mind wonders down

the box empty

now what?

there is no other reason to live at this moment

why?

because you have no crackers

no more lions and monkeys

no more, no more

all gone

down your helpless pit of a stomach

straight from the box

that's where it started

the box

that's where it all began

before you opened it, it was perfect

before you showed it to your mouth

be for the crumbs ate away at each other

it was all so nice

then you had to bend the binds

and curl its string

YOU made it ugly

YOU tore its perfection

YOU

you

and so now the box lay dead

empty

out of gas

all toned down to the bit of trash

just

trash

but more to it's meaning of

The Animal Cracker Box