Poems from catherinetish
I passed the park today
and saw the children playing
Heard the squeaking of the metal
merry-go-round turning
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Play little...
Why do you come to the light?
It is your death you know.
You’re fluttering about my room
doomed to die on my cluttered floor
You should not...
The clock just keeps ticking on the wall
so I look to find it, so I can throw something at it
turns out it wasn’t even a clock
It was just...