writing poetry
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Gentle things make you cry
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≻: Gentle things make you cryHands always get lonely when they are cold. They seek, fingers first to test the waters, Warm crevices, or fuzzy…
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Sun kissed skin
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≻: Sun kissed skinI must be sunburnt. My skin is blistering under the heat of some Personal hell and if I allow myself any…
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The 4 days of doing nothing
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≻: The 4 days of doing nothingI. The dark is rolling ahead to chase daylight and leaves us alone and drowning. The surface above pulls the…
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I don’t like to run in the morning
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≻: I don’t like to run in the morning6am. Even the masters have yet to stir in their sleep, sheetsTurned away from us, not watching our lolling pink…
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Tomorrow I will miss you again
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≻: Tomorrow I will miss you againTomorrow I will wake up with a splitting headache andYour blushing face burned into my mind and I see it…
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Come closer
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≻: Come closerThere is a cut on the corner of my lips.It parts and stings at every yawn and never scabs, A…
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