Tag: Reagan Smith

Look by Reagan Smith

The trees wave at me When I'm not looking, And the clouds open When I can't see. And the light flickers The less I breathe. I hear the footsteps Of…
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an untitled piece by Reagan Smith

Oh, Apathy, And how she sat with me On the window sill.   “Please, Come chat with me,” She said To the bird, Who remained still.   We wonder, Or…
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Permission by Reagan Smith

I don’t want to forget. I want it to linger. To make a nest in my body And burrow in the depths of my being. Until it nibbles its way…
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