I look inside the little house
It has vines around the edges
Creeping up the sides
In the house there is a kitchen
In the kitchen there is a cupboard
In the cupboard there is a bucket
I look inside
The bucket is empty
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My Poems
PoetryA bunch of poems that I've written on various topics. Most of them are a bit dark, so if you get triggered easily I wouldn't suggest reading them. The reason it's rated as mature is because I don't know whether it would be too much for certain audie...
