Rare occurance
He hung from his leg in the living room
It's a nice ceiling
He thought as he hung
She sat singing in the graveyard
It's quite cold here
She tought as she sung
The scream in the library
Rang loudly and quietly
The calmness at the rave
The quietness of the alarm
The whiteness of the blood ran vibrant
The straightness of the knot was loose
The death of life moved quickly
The candle in the dark shone brightly
21.2.2020
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Poetry of a Blind Girl
PoetryThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!
