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Romance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.

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She wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes.
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Eyes Myself Romance Sex Stars
She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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Beautiful Collection Flaw Herself
She was an artist on top of me, and soaked my sheets with poetry.
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Artist Myself Poetry Sex
Romance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.
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Alcohol Dreams Myself Romance
This heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.
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Broken Heart Heart Myself
Always falling but not for anything.
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Attitude Fall One Liner
With her, the world becomes art.
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Art Herself World
She’s just a girl. But her pussy makes me see god.
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Girl God Herself Myself See Sex Woman
I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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Coffee Herself Simplicity
If there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.
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Command Love Order
Overcoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.
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Deep Guilty Let Go Repeat
In an endless universe, she needed space.
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Herself Need Space Universe
I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
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Dreams Existence Myself
Women are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
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Beautiful Hell Woman
Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
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Forget Heart Night Poetry Try Wound Yourself
Summer looks the same. But last summer she loved me.
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Couple Love Myself Relationship Summer
Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.
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Heart Herself Memories
Poems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
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Poem Talk Voice Yourself
I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
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Address Herself Mail Man Soul
Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
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Poetry Silence Word
She wanted love. So I fed her, inch by inch.
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Fed Herself Love Myself Sex
Lets die. Alone. Like we always do.
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Break Up Heart Herself Summer
Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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Home Myself Rain Shoes Time Wonder
She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
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Beautiful Herself Myself Rose See
Failures often become art. And art can never fail.
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Art Failure Myself Wisdom
She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
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Break Butterfly Death Shine Sky
It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
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Forever Hate Love Myself

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