Poems from ninafrost00
I lean against the locker,
Hard and cold on my back
Breathing in and out,
Keeping it in track.
She's coming for me.
My fingers have...
Seven little dwarves carrying bricks;
One strained too much and then there were six.
Six little dwarves went for a dive;
One went too...
Our city is falling to bits.
Potholes scattered.
Building mattered,
but now reside to dust.
Look down Bailey Avenue and what do you see?
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