Ever waits a parcel on the doorstep to your heart
The autumn leaves and winter breeze are tearing it apart
Delivered in the summer; soon you'll dump it in the bin
The note upon it reads, "Let me in."
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Poems I Almost Burned (Along with My Sanity)
PoetryWhat starts with a sandbox and ends with an epigraph? My first collection of poems.
