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I had always been taught that monsters do not exist,But the empty space in my closetAnd the boxes of your things under my bedHad me wishing for the mo..
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It was upon this shore we had part our ways.We said our goodbyes,Like the waves retreatingSlowly,Farther,And farther away.The ocean is a voidThe rain ..
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Take a look at me,I'm a reflection on a shattered glass,Jagged and distorted.I have no soft edges,All I have are shards and missing pieces,Of what was..
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Not all angels have wingsSometimes they wear an over-sized shirtsthat refuses to cling to their bodythat has lost the ability to withstand the softnes..
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At the end of a long hall, your face re-appearedLike a ghost that has come to haunt me,And take me to a place where I have tried to forget.The walls w..
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Her body was a canvass,Painted black and blue.He brushes her pale skin,With whips and heavy fists,To make a work of art.He splashes some color,As he s..
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They press a barrel upon my head,While all the while crying for peace.Into the hands of those masked menI have trusted my naked, shivering bodyTo be s..
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I had barely touched your face,When the wind blew you away.Your beauty, nothing but a memoryPassing through my fingertipsAs I tried to keep grasp,But ..
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She was a flower who refused to bloom,Beautiful yet unassuming.Many had wanted to touch her,But she pricked them with her thorns.At times when the ray..
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She was a pariah-A weed in a field of lilies,A lone star in a starless sky,A soft whisper in a screaming crowd,And the instrumental to every song.She ..
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