Kara Knutson
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hazardA Poem by Kara KnutsonShe waits in the maroon polyester seat.Cluttered voices swarm her peaceful conscience.Observing voices she finds herselfwondering, 'What is their driv.. |
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sweetnothingsA Poem by Kara KnutsonThe afternoon's in which I feel most love,bring my nightnothing.A null conscience,overcastwith Their self-destroying thoughts,they try to cloudmy forg.. |
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--(^:":^)_ I have my own coversationsA Poem by Kara KnutsonBreak myspinei shallsleepserotonin. . . . depleates |
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ReproducingA Poem by Kara KnutsonI am the fragrant dried flower in Autumn.I am the tree bark cracking with growth.I am the cave, eroding in distance.I am water ways flowing jagged in .. |
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