Fellowship
How strange it is
To put on my headphones
And be comforted,
Serenaded
By the voice of another
Who, perhaps,
Has been long gone
Or who is even now
Walking on rain-washed sidewalks,
Living a life,
Slowly dying,
Just as I do now.
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McKenzie Romero
I'm the oldest daughter of the Romero family. I love my God, my family, my friends, and, uh... food. I also like to write little snippets of nonsense when they come to me, so I guess I'm a poet of sorts. (Also: Some of my poems, now that I look back, were legit hormone-fueled... but I posted them anyway 'cause I have OCD and everything must be in its place, so if I wrote it *pbbbt*, it's in there). Thanks for reading my stuff! It means a lot!
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