Fresh (Winter Poetry 2016-2017)
Poetry of Winter of 2016-2017
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Drawing With Silver
Touches on mature subjects. I draw with silver, but it turns to red.
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Forgive
All is not lost, but all is certainly not forgiven.
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84 Years
I've seen 84 winters come and go.
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Us and Them
My town is full of Them.
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Anuptaphobia
My therapist says I have anuptaphobia. (This is so cringe, but meh... It was an English assignment.)
