For Things Children Deem Fickle. Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

For Things Children Deem Fickle.



Wrinkles avalanche your nails.
Chests do plow the dirt.
Never will you dumb my stride.
Never, I, you'll hurt.

Thunder do your drying Breaths:
Crackle, then they trickle.
Known I not the Grown to cry
For things Children deem fickle.

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You're T.oo M.u.CH.

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Kyle Shield Laster

Kyle Shield Laster

Clarksdale, Mississippi
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