Age.A Poem by kenzie evansSeeping into everyone, setting into weighted stone. Concrete cities, wind blown hair - Laugh much louder to gain people's stares. Whole life searching to find gold, What will we have when we grow old? © 2011 kenzie evans |
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Added on April 29, 2011 Last Updated on April 29, 2011 Author
kenzie 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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