i'm in dewey
and it feels like the south
forests and mansions
adobe house
now i'm in prescott
and it feels like a dream
the woods are real
it seems, it seems
biomes, terrain
baby's breath
the sun is blazing
i come from the west
it feels like Narnia
wish I could go
into the woods
and see a ghost
churches and merchants
nationalist servants
american flags take my pride away
but now i'm in prescott
and it feels right
houses on hills
don't you reject it.
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GTR's Poetry
Randommy poetry swag ~~~ i actually created this poetry book a couple years ago but i want to put it to use again. there are some poems that i won't publish but idk i want to publish some and share what goes on inside my head to the world. enjoy.
