Days So Green
Lead, there on valley trust. Touch not flame.
Heed. Help
spring that's way on first of days
so green.
Find gloom worm. Grin puddles must
eat. Splash
out. Loud. I said out loud, I'm free.
Memory: he/
me. Fault found worm. Puddles must eat
splash. Laugh.
Sphere rolls, tells brick, pipe, gush.
End. Out
on first of days so green.
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The Back of My Mind (Poetry)
PuisiI like to write fiction, but I love to write poetry. Here is a collection of some of my favorite pieces.
