Poems from grace_taylor

  The bookstore looms at the end of the street Its cinderblock walls tower over those walking below Hammered glass windows distort the...
Excuse me sir! I didn't mean to stare I'm just lost in the land of Nowhere The pillows here are hard I'm slipping in my chair One step...
Life is not a highway A highway is too straight You know just where you're going How to get there and If you'll be late   Life is more...
A little birdie told me It traveled through the air She heard it from Molly Who said that Emily told Claire   You'll hear it in the...
There's a ringing in my head When I wake up every day There's a ringing in my head I wish it would go away There's a ringing in my head...

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