The suitcases are zipped tight
The windows are shut
The door is locked
And the car is start
The new seems like miles away.
The journey is long
The road curves and turns
The place is sad
But life again begins
The old slowly ebbs away.
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Cookies And Cream
Short StoryA collection of poems I write. And probably short stories. Yeah. ~ ~ ~ This is my first book ever to be shown to the world....
