I remember...
The ember color in your eyes
The way November flew by
We never found December just goodbye
I don't remember much from the November or yet of this December but I will remember the Ember
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Almost Oxygen
PoetryThe words I Should have said but never did, The words that Almost used Oxygen This story/Collection of poems is a lot of things, things I'd wish I said, A journey of love if I can even call it that, Heartbreak, learning it's okay to be alone. The jo...
