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MY ARTERIES STING WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT YOU'RE GONE AND I MISS EVERY SINGLE ASPECT OF YOUR GRACE AND MY BODY PARTS ARE BEING HELD TOGETHER WITH SHOE..
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It feels as if tiny hands,are grabbing my eyes,in fistfuls and fistfuls of rage,and shaking them around in their sockets.When I think of you,and the w..
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No matter how many times,I run a comb through your hair,or spoon an ice chip,between your creased lips, or run my hands,across your chapped face,I sti..
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This is for my grandma,who is not dead yet,but who will be soon,and who was always,pushing my hair back,behind my ear,and who let me devour,an entire ..
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I felt so cold,that I couldn't even breathe,and you didn't check up on me,or ask if I was okay.My sheets felt like quick sand,contorting my bones,unti..
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I live in a generationwhere iPhones run rampantand cures for cancer do notI live in a generationwhere innocent things are dyingand the constant need f..
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I'M AT A TIME IN MY LIFE WHERE MY NAILS ARE PAINTED YELLOW AND MY BOOKS ARE BENT (WELL-USED) AND THE WORST PART OF BEING HAPPY IS THAT I FEEL MORALLY ..
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A year ago,all I did,was light incense sticks,and listen to Black Flies by Ben Howard,on repeat,and I'd make love to my mattress,without any sheets,be..
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You are the panicking doctor,standing in front,of a screaming child,with a syringe,and you are the heavy anticipating breaths,that fall between youthf..
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You are the smell of the earth before rain,you are the earthworms that crawl,out of the damp soil,and take refuge in the streets,you are the children ..
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