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This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.

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No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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Change Goodbye Stay
All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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Children Depression Hands Myself Soft
In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
ODD KEN

Blood Death End Fire Paper Play
After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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Brutal Demand End Healing Myself Poem Run
When I say I love you, I mean something raw something below the surface of all waters; something almost too naked and true!
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I Love You Myself Naked Surface True Water
Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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Cry Heart heavy Morning Reason Sorry Wake Up Yourself
It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
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Around Death Different Feeling Hurt Myself Travel Way World
Love is a job doer and a man slayer. Both equally efficient, until the taste of it is most felt on the cold side of the ribs.
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Death Equality Feeling Job Love Man Side Taste
I guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.
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Burn Confusion Love Myself Possible Thinking Wrong
Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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Drown Fire Herself Love Myself Preparation
I’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!
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Country Feeling Forest Place Time Yourself
Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
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Different Language Love Myself Time
I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
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Break Up Buy Drink Herself Myself Poet Relationship
Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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Learning Pain Philosophy Time Walk
I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.
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Forget Missing Myself Pieces Stand Start Story
I swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.
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Goodness Herself Love Lying Myself Quite Talk

This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.

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