CURRENT EVENTS
see
gone away
the fun
has that way
be done
there will be
no-one
named Hope
echoes me
feels ache
half the country
half, because
echoes me me me
hope, sorry.
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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