Poems from earth2caitie

I hold a crayon in my small hand Scribble a scribble that’s more than a scribble. In my eyes it’s a pegasus that flies  Up into the clouds...
  How do you measure worth?  There was a girl who decided that the width of her hips and the girth of her stomach  determined her worth...
  If life is a book, then in every cranny and every nook, a heart is steadily beating, a soul is continually searching for its place on a...

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