Category: Poetry
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The Void Left Behind
People are fragile like glassEvery time life takes something, the glass breaksWe spend all our time trying to put the pieces back togetherBut life swept them away with the wind; gone for eternityA void is left where the glass used to beWe spend our lives trying to fill these voidsDrugs, sweets, food, even peopleOur additions…
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Winter
Winter is huddling at the bus stop in heavy coats Our breath wisping into the twinkling sky Starting the car minutes before we leave The heat all the way up and the defrosters on Winter is walking through the halls in in fuzzy socks Wearing jeans and sleeves covering my wrists With a selection of…
