Marching Onwards
Roses are red, or so said the news
If violets are blue, may I see them too?
Best not to fret, or Spring up in a rush
Let’s just stay apart, maybe then we’ll survive
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/*Breaks the fourth wall*/ Stupid little poem, isn’t it? Well, I’ve been posting at least one story a month since March of 2018 (so for 2 damm years!) and I didn’t wanna break the streak, so there, sue me. It’s been hard to write lately, who knows why (oh no, I’m not worried about anything in particular, thank you very much), but I’ll get back at it I hope. I know no one is reading, but in any case, stay safe out there.
