Jan 3
She sat
in a little ball,
still and white,
with big eyes.
With a kiss,
the boy leaves
through the
window;
out there is
a shadow
waiting for
Annie
to sleep.
A monster.
in a little ball,
still and white,
with big eyes.
With a kiss,
the boy leaves
through the
window;
out there is
a shadow
waiting for
Annie
to sleep.
A monster.
Originally a blackout poem.
(F/Still Searching)
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