Of all the stars My favorite ones
More Than Small
You are a river flow A splash in the ocean Small, but mighty
Genuine Laughter
She laughed with reckless abandon That had no shame
Caffeine
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Fire Bright
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Burning Oak
The deep timber of his voice Reminded her of old oak trees Standing tall for hundreds of years With a smokey quality That ignited a wild-fire Through her veins And ended up blooming on her cheeks -Kel Dayheart
Billowing Smoke
She raises a flippant hand And flicks her ash without a care The smoke billows with every exhale Who cares for others? When you maintain your look With painted lips that smirk Around her cancer stick -Kel Dayheart
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