(no title 2)A Poem by kenzie evansYou laid me out carefully, a fresh bed on the clean side of town. But all I wanted was something dark, like the last candle burning out in the wind, and a mouth that could whisper "f**k" when it needed to. Please, it's not Spring, so give me dirt under my fingernails, and a new skin thick enough to lock out what the real world offers.
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Added on October 7, 2012 Last Updated on October 7, 2012 Authorkenzie evansNova Scotia, CanadaAbouthi, my names kenzie. i have lots to say about to say about myself but I dont know where to start, so this is all going to sound a little jumbbled to you. thats okay though, its my style. i love the.. more..Writing
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