My rock
Showing me
Myself with
A special
Space just
For me.
Though unliving
Can be
Kind and
Courteous it
Seems living
Can suck
It out.
Either the
Cold hard
Space that's
Always open
Or the
Warm soft
Space that
Rarely seems
Alive.
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Poetry
PoetryPoems I write because I decided not to make a million books! Some will stay as individual books though (: The cover is my awesome quill edited a lot! Thanks for reading tell me how you feel!
