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Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.

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Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
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Poetry Silence Word
Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.
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Heart Herself Memories
She wanted love. So I fed her, inch by inch.
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Fed Herself Love Myself Sex
She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
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Herself Poem Simplicity Sunshine
There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
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Hurt Myself Time
A lot of ugly people hide behind beautiful eyes. A lot of things are only lies.
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Beautiful Hide Lying People
I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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Coffee Herself Simplicity
Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
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Break Freedom Myself
It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
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Forever Hate Love Myself
Romance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.
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Alcohol Dreams Myself Romance
There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.
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Beautiful Hell Herself Shine Strange
I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
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Dreams Existence Myself
She could be anything. But she’s just a girl with a broken heart.
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Broken Heart Herself
In an endless universe, she needed space.
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Herself Need Space Universe
Failures often become art. And art can never fail.
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Art Failure Myself Wisdom
Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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Home Myself Rain Shoes Time Wonder

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