Taste of bitter with mostly sweet,
The donuts feel so strange.
Bittersweet or taste like December,
Is π×fifth dimension for brains.
Flooding tornadoes of swimming whirlpool thoughts,
Give me feels of warmth.
Crawling bitter of the bittersweet donuts reach my chest,
And reminds me of missing lost.
Like a donut with hollow center,
I feel donut warmth.
Decembers give me tasty donuts,
Sweet with bitter lost!
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoesíaIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
