Poems by Katie Walsh

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  • He's as fragile as porcelain
    So easily smashed...

  • No matter how dark,
    No matter how lost...

  • "How is it that we can't feed the poor, yet...
    The poor are alive, in the cold they lay...

  • My Wonderland is a place for only me,
    It is the nicest place I could possibly be...