All I want to see is a single blossom or leaf to show itself on the branch of a sloping tree,
But the world remains a cold cruel place of branches and thorns.
Stuck in this eternal winter forever.
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A Dash of Lemon
PoetryThis is a bunch of random poetry I wrote. Key word being random. Some of it kind of has a story continuing from my other poetry book, (Backwards Lemons) but it's not super important. Some of it's insane, some of it's random, some of it's crazy, and...
