#WritcoPoem

It's the twelfth day of Julie,
with her jacket hoddie.
A season with little sunshine and umbra,
entailed with Leo and Libra.
Summer is still cold, I.
but least got a teddy to hold.
given by Mr. Bean to least let the day begin.
or so I thought.
the thing was stolen and not yet returned.
as London's bridge is falling,
you'll hear thy scream in silence,
a broken dream, foretold pain.
truly indeed, it is not all sunshine and sugar,
they say violets are blue,
and yellows are bluer,
then maybe gray is death.

#22ndbirthday
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