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Love lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.

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I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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Coffee Herself Simplicity
She wanted love. So I fed her, inch by inch.
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Fed Herself Love Myself Sex
Romance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.
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Alcohol Dreams Myself Romance
I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
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Dreams Existence Myself
Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.
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Heart Herself Memories
Poems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
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Poem Talk Voice Yourself
There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.
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Beautiful Hell Herself Shine Strange
Women are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
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Beautiful Hell Woman
It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
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Fade Love Past Poem
In an endless universe, she needed space.
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Herself Need Space Universe
She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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Beautiful Collection Flaw Herself
True love is letting her know that her ass really does look fat in those jeans.
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Appearance Funny Herself Love True
She wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes.
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Eyes Myself Romance Sex Stars
We search for meaning. And destroy it.
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Destroy Meaning Philosophy Search
She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
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Break Butterfly Death Shine Sky
We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
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Beautiful Dreams God Monster

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