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It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.

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She’s like turning on the radio and hearing a brand new song.
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Brand Herself Music Radio Song
Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
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Break Freedom Myself
I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
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Dreams Existence Myself
She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
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Beautiful Herself Myself Rose See
There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.
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Beautiful Hell Herself Shine Strange
She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
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Butterfly Herself Open Wait
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
Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
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Forget Heart Night Poetry Try Wound Yourself
There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
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Hurt Myself Time
With her, the world becomes art.
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Art Herself World
Love lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.
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Death Fast Fly Live Love
Summer looks the same. But last summer she loved me.
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Couple Love Myself Relationship Summer
She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
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Herself Poem Simplicity Sunshine
She’s just a girl. But her pussy makes me see god.
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Girl God Herself Myself See Sex Woman
I never drink in the morning. Mornings are for drugs.
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Drink Drugs Morning Myself

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