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 Jan 2020 Asha Kimo
Stanley
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
 Jan 2020 Asha Kimo
lX0st
goodnight
 Jan 2020 Asha Kimo
lX0st
Of all the ways
I’ve watched the world
Fail to take flight

The worst is my own

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