Kirsty Woodward
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politicians practice poetryA Poem by Kirsty Woodwardnew music new art new books new poems new restaurants new amusement parks new one pound coins new bank notes Winston Churchill new laws Refi.. |
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sitting in a dark room across from youA Poem by Kirsty WoodwardI don’t know how to speak, but give me a pen and I’ll write you the world. |
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left oversA Poem by Kirsty Woodwardyou may have the biggest smile. but man, you are dying inside. |
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waiting on a heartA Poem by Kirsty Woodwardthis existence can be so lonely, but you never stopped to ask. |
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FantasyA Poem by Kirsty Woodwardas writers, this is the price we pay. we don’t get to live in the real world. |
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you look tiredA Poem by Kirsty Woodwardbecause I can only write, in moments of despair. |
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eyes watering all over the kitchen tableA Poem by Kirsty Woodwardthe black hole of your heart bound in chains Newton Darwin Copernicus they all left their mark and you with your secrets will die trying.. |
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Hollow EveA Poem by Kirsty Woodwardnights like these I just want to burn it gnaws at my organs and I can’t tell if it’s loneliness or art or both no matter which, t.. |
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21st December '16A Poem by Kirsty Woodwardit’s been a while since poetry has knocked on the door since writing has taken me by the hand and told me it needs me. we haven’t been t.. |
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Rivers in Your MouthA Poem by Kirsty WoodwardIt’s the most painful experience to live with nothing to live for to hold hands with your demons and have them sit on your shoulders weighin.. |
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