okieinthecity: Two-line Poem #23

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Dark children of the night,

allow your poetry to take flight.

Kyle Erickson: I've lived in Oklahoma for all but five years of my life (the others were in Texas) and moved to New York City in July of 2007.

Contact: okieinthecity@gmail.com

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Though it seems I edited a WSB, that's actually to accurately quote the speaker.
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