V M Smith
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blue eyed boyA Poem by V M Smith |
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puddles in the skyA Poem by V M Smith |
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let me get to youA Poem by V M Smith |
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watch the thornsA Poem by V M Smith |
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until somebody fallsA Poem by V M SmithReverting back to a childlike rhythm helps to relive things in a less conscious way. I tend to do this a lot in writing, but then save it away without.. |
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off the edgeA Poem by V M Smith |
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we can't do thisA Poem by V M Smith |
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i will learnA Poem by V M Smith |
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nothing to sayA Poem by V M Smith |
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