the fogotten
turn
and the frozen
pipe
full of ice
and trickle
of water
looks
for a weak
seam
soldered
soft
to burst
and bring
forth a flood
into the long
february night.
when it comes
it's always
a surprise,
with only
you to blame,
if you're
honest.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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