I saw her arranging bento boxes,
Grains attached to grains,
Rolls of her soul shaped to nothing.
A solid scandal of what she always wanted to have,
Bento boxes of dead love,
She closes the lid.
– Emily Parker
I saw her arranging bento boxes,
Grains attached to grains,
Rolls of her soul shaped to nothing.
A solid scandal of what she always wanted to have,
Bento boxes of dead love,
She closes the lid.
– Emily Parker
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