Poems from the_vintage_butterfly

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My Story? 20-year-old writer meow lover, and christmas enthusiast.
Is the grass green like a summer’s day? No. Is the sky blue where children play? No. Is a little speck a dot? No. Does an old banana rot?...
Listen well and listen hard To what this person has to say. You may plug your ears But listen to the beat Beating out a rhythm The right...
I cry You close your ears I weep You shut your eyes I reach You run away I write You burn the paper I wait You rush on I look You turn...
Cast upon us Midnight moon Howl until the wind doth blow Off the moor Into the night Still is breath T-wolves We fight Gnashing, biting...
I have thought about it As I’m sure you may have, too, That friendship came between us, Broken, scarred and bruised. We ended it in...

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