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Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.

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Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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Home Myself Rain Shoes Time Wonder
Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.
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Heart Herself Memories
There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.
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Beautiful Hell Herself Shine Strange
There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
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Hurt Myself Time
I wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.
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Eyes Glow Hairs Myself Surprise Wake Up
She wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes.
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Eyes Myself Romance Sex Stars
We search for meaning. And destroy it.
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Destroy Meaning Philosophy Search
Overcoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.
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Deep Guilty Let Go Repeat
I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
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Address Herself Mail Man Soul
She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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Beautiful Collection Flaw Herself
Women are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
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Beautiful Hell Woman
If there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.
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Command Love Order
I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
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Call Mess Myself Poetry
He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.
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Cage Freedom Myself Open
I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
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Dreams Existence Myself
True love is letting her know that her ass really does look fat in those jeans.
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Appearance Funny Herself Love True

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