poem time baby
Once upon a time there lived a boy. He slept in a lovely little cottage made of paper and tape. He was always asleep. One morning he awoke, and the paper had crayon markings — that of a child's work. His mother blew him a kiss and the house fell down. He realized he was lost. He found himself walking down a crowded street, but the people were made of paper too, like paper dolls. He blew everyone a kiss goodbye, and watched as they blew away.
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Poetry
Poetrythis book is entirely for me, but if yu wanna read it I'm not stopping you basically its a bunch of poems, anecdotes, and life updates.
