When wishing upon a star the pixies fall freely like there's no life there's no bounce There's a twinkle, though like looking in someone's eyes Can't tell if their sleeping is looking as he or she doesn't notice me For show, though Like the sky no body only heads recognizing the park the jar — fire it flies catching parenting, more like Easter Sunday clothes cool as hell Too, I'm living on a reserve, ya know?
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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