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Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.

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Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
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Poetry Silence Word
Always falling but not for anything.
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Attitude Fall One Liner
I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
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Address Herself Mail Man Soul
It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
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Forever Hate Love Myself
She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
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Butterfly Herself Open Wait
She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
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Herself Poem Simplicity Sunshine
If there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.
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Command Love Order
She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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Beautiful Collection Flaw Herself
I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
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Dreams Existence Myself
Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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Home Myself Rain Shoes Time Wonder
It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
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Fade Love Past Poem
I wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.
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Eyes Glow Hairs Myself Surprise Wake Up
Lets die. Alone. Like we always do.
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Break Up Heart Herself Summer
Poems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
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Poem Talk Voice Yourself
Romance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.
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Alcohol Dreams Myself Romance
She wanted love. So I fed her, inch by inch.
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