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kewayne wadley

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

52 poems·Since February 2017
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My Heart's Heart

July 10, 2017
My heart took deep seat. Relaxing in the comfort of plush cushion. Neck twisted, head tucked comfortably in the nook of the chair. A glass of water sitting on the edge of the coffee table next to the remote control. T.V Turned low, movie charterers playing reverse roles. Not every day does it have a chance to relax the way it does. Rarely finding time to take a day off. Legs dangling from the plush chair brought on sale. My hearts face covered in the glow shone from the T.V. Long stretched wrinkles finally at ease. Slumped over in the ease of relaxed eyebrows. There my heart sits in comfort. Dishes washed. Trash taken out. Waiting for his wife to slide the key in the door. After a long day's work
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