These ThingsA Poem by Koda
These Things that we support most well
Have nothing to do with up, And we do with them Out of boredom or fear or money Or cracked intelligence; Our circle and our candle of light Being small, So small we cannot bear it, We heave out with idea And lose the center: All wax without the wick, And we see names that once meant Wisdom, Like signs into ghost towns, And only the graves are real. © 2018 Koda |
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Compartment 114
Love Me Not
1986, Penny Herrera falls into the predatory clutches of Matt, an older man who has no other intention than to alter Pen Stats
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Added on April 5, 2018 Last Updated on April 5, 2018 AuthorKodaEdmonton , Alberta, CanadaAboutNever think just once. Read twice. And always be optimistic. There's always a bigger picture. Maybe this one has more colour. Just picture a rainbow. You might see something a little differen.. more..Writing
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