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Lostling Jan 31
Danger!
Danger from above
We scatter like mice
Running for the shadows
Lest your paws come down on us from above
And imprison us
We hide our faces and our claws,
Crossing our fingers over our lives,
Waiting till you finally rest
So we can breathe

Aren’t you glad frozen smiling faces
Are beaming up at you?
Offering rotting daisies with trembling hands
Noses twitching with fear
The lies we tell to survive the war
Lostling Jan 31
Lost and lonely I drift

Wandering through hazy days

Looking for the chubby little fingers

That used to tug me around with laughter
Short poem. I was sad.
Lostling Jan 31
I didn't have a name
I had no identity
I was nothing and no one
I existed, and that was it

Until you found me
And gave me something to call my own

"Amicus"

I liked it
The way it left your lips
The way I knew it was mine
I was finally someone

Someone in your eyes
Quick poem
Lostling Jan 31
Rain is falling from the skies,
My eyes still do not weep.
Now my sorrow shall be cleansed;
to wash away all I've lost.
The broken pieces of my heart
Drift with the waters
Cascading down into the drains
Never to be seen again
Practice poem

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