A small black dot,
On a crumpled piece of paper,
Just there in one spot,
Not moving, not later.
Multiple colored dots,
Appeared so suddenly,
Befriended the black dot,
The world changed drastically.
The small black dot,
Who was once lonely,
Was loved by them a lot,
And she loves them back dearly.
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Indictus
Poetryjust some poems and unspoken words... Also I'll update this when I want...so sorry for slow updates...
