Audiobooks are your best friends,
Pencils and pens meet friendly ends.
Sitting cross-legged on my bedspread,
Feeling tired, but not quite dead,
Wanting and wishing to be among others.
Alas, that is not so, therefore,
Here I am, just as before.
Lonely, I'm lonely,
With only a small puppy.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
