I am the loneliest person on earth.
my snow is covered in dirt.
i am just a member of the club.
graceless and raw-rubbed.
i am loving the unloved,
my heart has soared above.
i am unloved by the loving.
valentine's day?
more like self-loathing.
k.g.
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colorless
PoetryIn this instant, I see it all so clearly; while colors are such a vivid asset in his book of pictures, I have realized that the reason I do not fit in this title is because I am simply devoid of color. I am c o l o r l e s s. I am nothing but slathe...
