As I opened the door,
I drew back my hand
and traced forgotten valors
once hung from skin not yet tanned,
dismantled before an end to war.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
Grandfather's Closet
As I opened the door,
I drew back my hand
and traced forgotten valors
once hung from skin not yet tanned,
dismantled before an end to war.
