Poems from mackelcanra
They decorated my room
As if I was turning the age of five,
I hold my hands up to show my age
I am, dis many.
My mother sent me a...
I promised my friend I would be
…Normal
I shutter at the thought but say I can do it
I will be
…normal
I try to convince myself but the...
I remember… the faint smell of cigarettes in the downstairs bathroom each and every morning…
His own personal scent was nicotine concealed...