There was a little dream last night, that I had.
About guns, and murder, and everything bad.
It was scary and painful and so very sad.
A shame I woke up to a world no more glad.
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Rain Clouds
PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
