before the sun rose
shifting out from under my
cold cardboard castle
shuffle towards the
shelter for a real breakfast
than back to begging
on those cold streets this
Christmas morning when
our world was saved
A contest entry
- NO MORE ENTRYS. by Ginger Woods.
700 points, ended January 1, 43 entries
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Comments
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It could be longer, with a bit more detail, I like the opening though "before the sun rose shifting out from under my cold cardboard castle" it's interesting to make a box into a castle but it shows how much it means to have anything. Thank you for your entry, and good luck.

