I could get used to winter,
I could get used to the cold.
I could get used to the color,
of snow and mistletoe.
I could get used to jack frost.
I could used to the feeling
of not being lost.
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Everything Inbetween
PoetryPoetry written by me. Featuring my experiences, some bad metaphors, and everything in-between. Mostly free-verse. Ongoing.
