2 Poems: “Eve of the Carnival” & “Gunpowder Mask”
Brandon Amico
but there’s always yesterday too,
which is tomorrow. Where can I go
then, with a new face, another name,
but there’s always yesterday too,
which is tomorrow. Where can I go
then, with a new face, another name,
I would hold up the Triforce above my head:
But I, being new, have only this lantern
And this rupee I found in a bush
Tread softly because I only have three hearts
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