Poems from k_m_james

The eyes are the windows to the soul. Every dot and design inside the smooth iris alludes to the potentialities we hold. They spell out...
Your face was one of many that I took for granted; Months went by before I remembered your name. But it seems now the girl nobody knew ...
Cobwebs and mold. Foodstamps are gold. I'll give ya 50 cents for a ciggarette, I'm thirteen years old. Barely a teen, smoked to much weed...
Though I may be surrounded by faithful people who know all their prayers & chants, Though I may be under an impressive steeple filled...

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