Cold Day

Empty, flat, white sky,

Cracked with black tree branches.

The grass is yellow.

This poem is about: 
Our world


Rachel Genevieve

Oh, no, I have computer! The typewriter in my profile picture belongs to a friend of my mom's. When I was graduating, we borrowed it to use as a prop for my senior pictures. Sure would be nice having a typewriter, though!

Rachel Genevieve

The photograph's just my profile picture. It has nothing to do with the text.

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