This world,
contained of musts.
However just cripple to dust.
Just to see how it looks.
Discards lay around,
all heavy laying down - while on a ground.
Creating a hefty crow.
Do they shout out loud?
Should you trust?
Should you must?
Should this world be as this?
Or is it too heavily discarded.
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liv's poetry anthology
Poetryhii! i'm a teen 14 year old poet, please let me know what you think about any of these poems<3 both my insta and tiktok are @livs.swiftt 💞💗🫶🏻
