4 short poemsA Poem by smearwhere i a thing, but what i am, wings hold no value, in a sky set a fire black bird brail a child who thinks they’re tough on nights like this i think of you and everything i couldn't do © 2016 smear |
Authorsmearvestal, NYAbouthi! my name is smear. im 22, agender, and love to draw and write. also make music. i go by they/them pronouns. more..Writing
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