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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.

Emily Kurc

I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
EMILY KURC

Current heavy Myself Shadow
I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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Hope Myself Storm Thinking
Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.
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Moon Night Sad Sing Togetherness
I think I’ll always remember your birthday and the way you took your coffee because they’ll forever be pieces of you I cannot burn.
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Burn Coffee Forever Myself Pieces Remember Thinking Way
I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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Art Broken Heart Learning Myself
Do ghosts get tired of haunting? Of chasing old flames in darkness, of walking through dreams casting shadows against walls, against hearts, do they feel themselves forgotten?
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Feeling Flame Forget Ghost Haunt Old Philosophy
When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
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Moon Poet See Worth Writing Yourself
We all show our true colors eventually – mine is dark and firesome red. I bet I burned you. I don’t expect to see you soon.
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Burn Color Darkness Expectation Myself True Yourself
You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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Deserve Myself Poetry Satisfaction
I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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Beginning Fade Feeling Heart Love Myself Time
Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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Build Fade Heart Myself Secret Voice
Each time I fall back in love with myself, I leave my pen and paper behind. It isn’t personal, or maybe it is. I just a always thought that poetry was for the hurting.
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Hurt Leaving Love Myself Poetry Time
Each night I sit at my windowsill like a wolf howling to the moon, hoping that somewhere you feel me calling to you.
EMILY KURC

Call Feeling Myself Night Wolf Yourself
I woke up this morning and for once, I had no desire to drink my morning coffee. Is that how it felt for you to wake up and never return?
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Coffee Desire Drink Morning Return Wake Up Yourself
A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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Ourselves Place Separation Story Trouble Writing
There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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Hesitation See Time Touch Yourself

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