My new poem
This poem is untitled.
He took your dreams.
He took them away to his house of clay.
He took the thoughts and packed them away.They’re running through his kitchen door.
But he’s cunning and tapes them to the floor.
I hope you like it.
This poem is untitled.
He took your dreams.
He took them away to his house of clay.
He took the thoughts and packed them away.They’re running through his kitchen door.
But he’s cunning and tapes them to the floor.
I hope you like it.
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