Intuitedly,
In our blanket,
Security.
It's real identity.
It can hide
Another and another.
Visually, no longer.
Foundation unnoticeable
Except real identities...
Just a mirror eyed.
Unnoticeable soundly,
Buried...
Inside searches
And struggles for life.
In our blanket...
There's real identity.
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K.A. Smith
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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