Poems from kylesiecker

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Writer, amateur musician/songwriter, reader, award-winning poet. Eagle Scout.
We sit in deathly silence. Necks craned. No one dares make a sound.   Hands swiping, Up and down, Left and right.   Our ears are always...
Almost fifteen. She came home to a small boy and his family and changed their lives.   Almost fifteen. She rode with us to three different...
Eight: Extremities armed for the call of the wild; the hunter marches. Seven: Strings fanning into the damp corners of cardboard castles....
i walk amongst an ocean of stars in a world of shadow. touch the reflection, obsessive perfection. the uncertainties of my mind permeate my...
My name's not Springsteen, But I sure feel like a Boss Haters attempting to rag on me Gonna feel a little lot of lost cause    Time's...

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