A tiny box in the woods
Where unforgivable sins
Live quietly together,
Randomness, uncertainty,
Truth, and deviltry.
Their names are changing
Constantly, and we won’t name
The names they’re called currently
For fear of being accused
Of sympathy for what is
Unforgivable.
They take turns with the cooking.
They play board games at evening.
They wake up every morning.
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