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bleedpoet (60)in poetry • 6 years ago
Winter
The mothers roar Soothes the baby The purr like snore There is no rusing. Asleep at the wheel burnt out, worn thin by long stretches. This utopia is so cold in the winter time. Baked in a…
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Winter