In another life, I'd be a cat.
I'd sit all day and stare at the swaying branches of a big, old tree. I'd stare all day and hope for a crimpled drop of magenta to fall to my feet.
I'd lay on a bed of cold cement with my leaf.
(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...
