Karol Bashline Poems

On one, specific - magical day, my dad looked at me and said…
The weather is calling our name kid,
We could go clamming. Are you up for a day on the bay?
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You are so very loved and not in anyway, a mistake.
Our love holds us together, and that’s one tie that will never brake.
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Day One – succeeding thirteen
a child stolen, ripped into womanly flesh.
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