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Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.

Odd Ken

The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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Break Death Hide Start World
I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
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Afraid Love Lyrics Myself Sing
And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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Bone Cold Feeling Herself Myself Winter
I’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
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Dance Fire Love Myself Rescue See
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
I guess you’re the bee and the stings all at once; By which I mean you’re the reason I wrap these tired bones around every aching thing.
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Bone Heart Broken Myself Reason Tired Yourself
Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
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Art Break Depression Enough Herself Hurting Myself
Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
ODD KEN

Death Pain Smile Thinking World
I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
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Hide Kill Myself People Thinking Way World
Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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Herself Name People Skin
I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
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Absence Burn Kill Myself Soul Yourself
These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
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Death Deep Edge Enough Hurt Myself
I can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.
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Break Up Cry Feeling Growth Myself Skin Thinking
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
If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
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Fall Feeling Ground Myself
Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Mistook Myself Pain Progress Work

Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.

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