Springs gentle spit
A liquid shame
The same ones
That destroy a child's
Army of snow
Men fall, the climate hates us
Why does this overbearing
Feeling bestow itself upon me?
Dread the next time
I shut my eyes
The same time
My shame will arise
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PoetryThis is a collection of notes/poetry I think of during the day. Most of which dont really make sense. A lot of which stray from its original topic. When I get inspiration from something I will write it down. There will be no consistent updates, and...
