You run through me
like a winter chill
and no matter
how many times
the summer breeze
can save me
winter will always
roll back around
and there you'll be again
seeping slowly through
the cracks of my home
making me need
warmth once again
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Poetry
PoetryHey, this Is a collection of poetry I've been writing since 2010. I promise it's better toward the end, being that's my more recent stuff. So feel welcome to skip forward, read it backwards or whatever you'd like:)
