Old SoulsA Poem by T.S. Sky
In winter I see the frost
I see how it comes and goes Many summers filled with water fights and shame I've done it all before Nothing is new to me I am called old soul I do not do what people my age do My breath fogs the window's glass I wait for my time to go home
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Added on August 17, 2017 Last Updated on August 17, 2017 |

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