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KEWAYNE WADLEY Posts

Sticky

Eventually,The world swirls round.You and I,Stuck together.Fizzing up and overAll over my shirt.I am stuck with two choicesGo home and change my shirt,Or go on…

Ghosts

The sun rises in the morningLifting the cover of what the moonDidn’t get at night,To everything that’s left. We exist,But not as we did before.Love…