Moth balls and introverted closets,
I am lost in you.
Tell the maids to pack my thoughts,
They're no use to me here.
Winter's set its brown teeth in,
It threatens to devour whole -
Time to face my faucet.
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Narcissist
PoetryI write poems so that you might like me. // Insomnia induced poetry.
Faucet
Moth balls and introverted closets,
I am lost in you.
Tell the maids to pack my thoughts,
They're no use to me here.
Winter's set its brown teeth in,
It threatens to devour whole -
Time to face my faucet.