16:27
Late, whilst easily forgiven
The house bears it's welcome
Arching walls and aching air
The gang awaits, within this void.
The shapes suggest love
The sounds suggest war
My brain tells me run
My body wants more.
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The New Year Lore
PoetryPoetry describing my perspective of new years through the eyes of the others. Quite thought out. weirdly enough, in these unorderly poems, order matters. I hope you enjoy. Or at least find it a passable way to spend the time. *cough* or potentially...
