(poemoid 2)
my shoes are beginning to leak
feeling the ground beneath my feet
and slowly, steadily beginning
to realize that what's soaking my socks
isn't really water
but a curious mixture of herbal tea, blood and milk.
my shoes are beginning to leak
feeling the ground beneath my feet
and slowly, steadily beginning
to realize that what's soaking my socks
isn't really water
but a curious mixture of herbal tea, blood and milk.
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nya:
nice advice thank you, I'll give it a try 
enola:
oh merci, machi scho sit 13 jahr. hesch recht, isch super!