The poem I just published I thought as published like 2 weeks ago sorry
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Shattered circular faces,
Words of cheer yet to come,
Spirits and footsteps echoing throughout,
Bulbs dangle from the peppermint branches,
Boxes wrapped in pastels and stars,
Little ones reaching for the top,
Soft stuff, like flour, touches are tongues
Sun rises, we're up.
Sprint, knock, bounce
Tearing through it like shreds
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
