Mommy saw me talking;
talking to my friends,
but they're imaginary
and life's a play pretend.
I packed all of their stuffies
and took them on a trip;
just to watch my friend Lucy
pushed off of the cliff.
Next time Mommy sees me
talking, I'll play with her, still.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
