Poetry finds me here with frozen fingers
and wet sleeves from wiping foggy windows
and leaves me with a taste in my mouth
for running wildly in the untouched snow.
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because poetry's just another way to confess
so, this is it:
- viktorria
- I've just realized that I can't write to please everyone, only myself. Thank you, Mr Bradbury.
These poems are my own
and unless otherwise noted, are a reflection and extension of myself, and myself only.
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