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Deathbox
By *~*Jena*~* (Jeandavis) 

I know I live in a valley, 
A place shadows of death dance, 
And men would sell half their souls 
For hope of a better chance. 
So I left the fruitless land and walked 
To a mountaintop only to find 
The tip of the nose is the first to get cold, 
And even the wisest are blind. 

I know I shouldn't turn back to the valleys 
Where slick darkness grows fast and long, 
But there's homefires in the deathbox, 
And that's where I belong. 
 
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