Chyenne Noyb Poems

I'll find you in the grey
And smooth the wrinkles
Of love we put away
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She has always been dead-right.
She hangs on for the ride.
She has caused protection.
(Hoping against hope I am crying to your arms)
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You try, it's called Earth
It's a grass green place
You fail, it's called Life
And it's a race
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I wonder if we'll find each other at the 100th story of the cylinder
And play through the glass walls.
'Kayla's laugh is so distinctive.'
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Glasentey
Say it is love
Tide hits the shore
Push comes to shove
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