Poems from okayls

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a small small kayls in a big big salad. eighteen from indiana. i'm bad at talking, so i like writing.
he's there soon after the crash and i'm sitting on the side of the road bystander by nature, shifting my feet the way i always do when i'm...
one: The Time. The Time is Now.   “Well, yeah, I used to read for fun, the same way I used to lisp my s’s and the way I used to be four-...
how exactly will i get away from you? if i hadn’t misstepped, by now i would have hit the end of the seven year stretch i have to wait so...
bring me to my knees, oh sunset, oh last october day before the shrinking sunlight turns me to a shrinking violet. the winter kills me off...

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