I live in a house made of
wood and stone,
with a chimney that
goes up to infinity.
There are no doors,
no windows
no floors,
and yet
I am still standing.
-original poem by me
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The author here, I hope that you guys like my poems. I'm going to use this book to vent (in a creative way), and post some artwork I like as well.
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A Poets Rose
PoetryJust some random poems I come up with, or else, aesthetic pictures. It's mostly venting.
