Need, I, Nicotine? Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

Need, I, Nicotine?



Whirling; can I not have peace?
Troubled not with mean,
Biting thoughts of living life;
Need, I, Nicotine?

Walk I with no shoes on hand:
Rain or tears are spent.
Flowers fold beneath my form
Like how my Vows are bent.

Saturday, July 12, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers
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Kyle Shield Laster

Kyle Shield Laster

Clarksdale, Mississippi
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