HUMAN CONDITION:

The Box Complex.

Us in a poem.

Aaryan Harshith
2 min readJul 19, 2020

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We share the same blue ball,
but have our own little box.
Always in hiding,
and shackled in our locks.

And when the night comes,
we shut the blinds and go to sleep,
like a neverending cycle —a video on repeat.

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