Back against brick,
Pressed against wood.
Facing a podium,
My cranny.
Safer than home,
Lonelier than most.
Watching life go,
My cranny.
Pounding feet,
Screaming songs.
All of it outside,
My cranny.
Safe and sound,
No longer lost.
All of this in,
My cranny.
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Just Poems
RandomJust a bunch of random poems/songs I've written. Some are based on Hetalia, which belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. I know, there's waaaaaay too much Hetaoni.
