Feeling like crap for a contestA Poem by SeafoamSee title
Her cheeks are big and
red with the shame of age and Tired, misplaced rage. Foggy and without Any room to grow, not warm And not loved, like a rat-chewed sweater that Covers a winter window Inside of her soul. © 2020 Seafoam |
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Added on July 3, 2020 Last Updated on July 3, 2020 |