i can always feel
late fall and early winter
in my lungs.
my writing has gone
to crap. my mind is humid a bog.
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Melancholia
Puisipoetry takes us to so many places, and we take poetry to so many places. here are poems about places, and sometimes the people found in them.
Bog
i can always feel
late fall and early winter
in my lungs.
my writing has gone
to crap. my mind is humid a bog.
