Words as sharp
As broken glass shards
And red slashed across white as snow
I sigh with defeat
And slouch in my seat
But I guess that you'd never know
-Steven R. W.
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Poetry
ПоэзияPoems by (mostly) me. They will not all make sense, but it doesn't matter.
Jokes
Words as sharp
As broken glass shards
And red slashed across white as snow
I sigh with defeat
And slouch in my seat
But I guess that you'd never know
-Steven R. W.
