Poem

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On that cold, dark night
When I finally knew the fright
Of a cold, lost child
Eating scraps and running wild

On that cold, dark street
No one there you’d like to meet
And the cold, lost world,
Spinning, tuning, ever twirled

Through the cold, dark sky
No ever will know why
My cold, lost soul
Turning black and cold like coal-

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Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. Poem

    thebetweenspace's Buddy Icon thebetweenspace

    Posted 6 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Fantastic poem! The image is very powerful. It makes me want to reach out and help the cold, lost child.

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    Insert Pen Name Here 's Buddy Icon Insert Pen Name Here

    Posted 6 months ago

    Thank you so much!!! :)

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