We are the Christmas carols
being sung during springWe are the odd numbers
we could never be evenWe are the outcasts way too
complex for you to understandWe are the different breed
a combination of speciesWe are the grey in-between
the black and white paintingsWe are the wrong in the right
lies spread like a wildfireWe are the reason they say
maturity is not defined by ageUnusual beings is what we are
extremely out of this world so extraordinaryL.S
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DESOLATE
Poetry·•·°·•·°·•· De·so·late So many things could describe my poetry. It is a combination of bliss and bittersweet. One may describe it as the divine taste of strawberries. With a slight twist of sour cherries. You may have it dipped in chocolate with...