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Just a short poem I wrote :)
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I don't even know... Hey, it's late, ok? Gimme a break...
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Deprivation can speak in many tongues
but yours comes first tonight.
Do you really not see
how much I need you now?
I’m sick, love, in more ..
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Is this what We are?Truly?
A splatter of rain and dust
on the once glorious, once clear
Window of love?
As I waste away in labor and sickness
Y..
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The Piano
He sat down at the piano, letting his fingers dance lightly over the keys without a sound.He swallowed and pressed down on the first chor..
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Live Forever
The orange streetlights and the low hanging moon reflected the glassy train tracks as the couple slowly walked toward them.Their laughs ..
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and on she went across the barren deserted rock,
leaving him tied to a chair, tears and blood weaving a blanket of sorrow to enfold him
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and the leaves, the branches, the emotions that scraped across the ground
traced lines, cut me, left me, and I am no more.
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Here, again,
Where our paths collide
I finally realize
Home is like a mystery
Like a melody, unresolved
The hole in my heart grew louder
My be..
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Homemade Bombs
I HATE YOU!
you think you’re funny, huh?
you’d laugh at my pain, my aching, my humiliation.
you’d giggle and ..
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