Aris228
 | Subject: The Tangerine by: Aris  Fri Mar 20, 2009 1:33 pm | |
| MY MYSTERY BOX
By: Arislenny Corcino
My mystery box, my new home,
At least its warm and I the tangerine is not alone,
I’ve only been here for days, but it feels like years,
My friends and I all have the same fear.
The fear of Grimy hands caressing each of us,
Grimy hands we don’t trust.
Instead of feeling orange I feel blue,
I’ll stay stuck to this box as if I had glue.
I’ll put up a fight,
I’ll watch out everyday and night.
The only way to survive,
Is to rot my shriek
My skin will go weak
I won’t give in
One sure thing is my mystery box and I will stick through thick and thin.  [/center] | |
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