On an afternoon of snow flakes like apples petals flutter. The white sun's stickly glow melts iceicles on the empty stations gutter into teadrops just like mine its not leaving I hate... its you... I never wanna talk to you cause I have a grudge on you
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life poems
Poetryits a whole bunch of really good and sweet poems and some sad poems that I wrote about life so if u like poems try this book
