I found a pathway
Leading to an alley
The street made of ivory
My skin matched it
Until a door I crashed into
And the key I hadn't
And as I sat there
A stranger came
All dressed in red
"M' lady,"he said
"Do not wait,
The door ain't locked,
You just had to push."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
