The Utah "Box"

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    The Utah "Box"

    Shaped by the community
    Formed by the self propelled sins
    which have taught so much.

    Love, Fear, Calmness, & Hate
    run through your veines,
    Never to be seen until you bleed.

    As your bloood feeds your body
    you will form into what you have seen,
    heard, &/or felt in your bitter past time.

    And so i ask myself? do i become bitter
    or let myself bleed...

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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