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With her, the world becomes art.

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I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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Coffee Herself Simplicity
I hated you. and you hated me. But we called it love.
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Hate Relationship Yourself
Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
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Poetry Silence Word
Failures often become art. And art can never fail.
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Art Failure Myself Wisdom
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
She wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes.
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Eyes Myself Romance Sex Stars
He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.
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Cage Freedom Myself Open
Romance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.
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Alcohol Dreams Myself Romance
She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
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Butterfly Herself Open Wait
I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
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Call Mess Myself Poetry
Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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Home Myself Rain Shoes Time Wonder
She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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Beautiful Collection Flaw Herself
Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
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Forget Heart Night Poetry Try Wound Yourself
It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
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Forever Hate Love Myself
She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
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Beautiful Herself Myself Rose See

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