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TrinketA Poem by R. T. HyderTell me the sky is glittery gray, that Honeysuckles come out in the biting cold, that we live in a box no bigger than a bathroom. Tell me everythin.. |
TrinketA Poem by R. T. HyderTell me the sky is glittery gray, that Honeysuckles come out in the biting cold, that we live in a box no bigger than a bathroom. Tell me everythin.. |