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Tag: Kewayne Wadley Poetry

Bottle

The ship refused to move.She’s grown tired of the storm,The rocking, the tossing,And the turning.I picked her up and swallowedHer whole without second thought,Away from…

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Magnetism

We were but strikes of lightning sealed in a glass jar,fumbling about,nowhere to go. Exhausted, we conducted ourselveswith a slight curve of enthusiasm,sprung to life…

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