Cold, beautiful, dangerous.
That time of year has arrived, and it seemed to have showed up out of nowhere: winter.
It is a time when the sun doesn't stick around as much as it used to, because Mother Nature doesn't want it to stay out too late. When the moon hangs around with the black skies and the silver stars, and the cold chills you to the bone with absolute ease.
This is my home.
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Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
