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

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Poems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
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Poem Talk Voice Yourself
She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
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Butterfly Herself Open Wait
Love lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.
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Death Fast Fly Live Love
This heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.
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Broken Heart Heart Myself
She’s like turning on the radio and hearing a brand new song.
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Brand Herself Music Radio Song
Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
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Poetry Silence Word
I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
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Call Mess Myself Poetry
Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
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Break Freedom Myself
Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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Home Myself Rain Shoes Time Wonder
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
I never drink in the morning. Mornings are for drugs.
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Drink Drugs Morning Myself
I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
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Address Herself Mail Man Soul
She’s just a girl. But her pussy makes me see god.
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Girl God Herself Myself See Sex Woman
She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
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Beautiful Herself Myself Rose See
It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
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Fade Love Past Poem
It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
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Forever Hate Love Myself

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