the white haven

A Poem by alex

its all around us, on our walls, in the school

its not snow.

we bathe in it. we lavish it.

its not bubbles

it comes from the forest.

it flows slowly.

its not frosty river.

its hot and cold

its frothy

its froth

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Added on February 4, 2014
Last Updated on February 4, 2014

i like writing horror storys with a twist. more gripping storys that make you think. more..

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