The Day I Ran Away
Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Monday, November 16, 2015
Ceremony
Ice in whimsy dull and
Deadened focus, decorate with care
So delicate a floury mess. But
Will they notice inner plain if
All delightful spun its lace surround,
This brick of center, fold this dress?
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