Page 42 - Winter Poetry 2018
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Snowy Death Is Here
Alexander R.
The snow is bright as a star
It was the darkest night of the year
Trying to make it home see my family
It was really cold
I could see my breath as if I was smoking
I keep walking home until I get near
I see wave of snow just come down crashing
It feels like a shark just sank me down
Another slow, snowy death in this town
