Sarah K Graf Poems

I'm really quite alright
Sitting on my side
Away from the overly aggresive
And hipher active drives
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One day I went a sailing
To an island I have to fleet
When I saw a creature shimmer by
And sit blankly at my feet.
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have five fingers
which touch more than i could have
Walk on two legs
that always seem to lead in your direction
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When i go
Would you take me to that place
And lay me in the shadows next to the wildflowers
A quater mile from home
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My hand, it trembles.
My throats raw and soar.
My head, how it bleads,
a blow to the door.
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The younger years,
Everythings so pure.
Only to lead to my oldest fears
With too much to endure.
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I'd sell my soul for a box of matches,
I'd bow down to who could provide me with flames,
I'd wish away on all these trees here,
to feel at all this heat again.
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Harm
Done?
My heart,
to your arm.
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