writing poetry
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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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This is bad, part ii
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≻: This is bad, part iiCornering a coward and forcing me to speak will only leave a Dumb mute, burning like a sinner and eyes tracking…
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This is bad, part i
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≻: This is bad, part iIn the dream, you are far away as the thread of horizon And voices always sound waterlogged and gentle. This stupid…
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The strange melancholy of yellow lights in the blue of dusk
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≻: The strange melancholy of yellow lights in the blue of duskA polished moon staresThrough the clouds like aBadly disguised stage light. It watches me harshly andJudges my thoughts on One shoulder of…
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