Ariel Smith Poems

she stands there
tears running down her face
wind nipping at her nose
rain soaking her through and through
...

she is my friend
she is your friend
but she is not our friend
because we cant learn to love eachother
...

the world rotates around me
but I stand clear of it
for there are things there that I dont want to see
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he stands there
the gun at his head
the rope around his neck
the men around him
...