"December
The cold venom of bitter winter
Slows hearts quicker than ice forms underfoot.
Overhead,
tumultuous curtains imprisoned by Satan
shatter smiles as scarlet leaves spatter
like solitaire on pavement.
The secret to survival: loss."
-Valentine-O
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Poems
PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
