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With her, the world becomes art.

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Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
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It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
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I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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She wanted love. So I fed her, inch by inch.
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There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
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I wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.
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Poems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
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In an endless universe, she needed space.
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I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
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We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
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