Back and forth,
Take it slow.
Like a violin,
Don't let it show.
Sing a song,
Of death and agony.
Leave a path,
That won't steal part of me.
Hide and cover,
Replace the skin.
So they won't know,
What lurks within.
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Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020
