Broken bones are like crunching leaves beneath my feet
Protruding from my arm, it greets those around us
Like the sun rising to bring us out of bed
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Poetry And Other Things
PoetryA collection of poems and other stuff that I've written. Some sad, happy, or just fun.
Sounds like autumn
Broken bones are like crunching leaves beneath my feet
Protruding from my arm, it greets those around us
Like the sun rising to bring us out of bed
