I sit... And I await... this bad...bad weather... to hit... Oh how dark it is outside... the clouds, they have hid the sun... the warm bright sun...it tends to feel shy today...Oh how I miss the warm sun...
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Our Mighty Unspoken Words
PoetryThere's all these different mighty words, all across the world, and so many are left unspoken, and left in our brains, for us to dwell on, and think on. ·230 in Poetry 6\24\17 ·195 in Poetry 6/26/17 i made this when i was 14 and i wrote up until 201...
