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She was an artist on top of me, and soaked my sheets with poetry.

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She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
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Butterfly Herself Open Wait
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
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
We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
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Beautiful Dreams God Monster
Romance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.
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Alcohol Dreams Myself Romance
She’s like turning on the radio and hearing a brand new song.
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Brand Herself Music Radio Song
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
Lets die. Alone. Like we always do.
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Break Up Heart Herself Summer
Overcoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.
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Deep Guilty Let Go Repeat
Always falling but not for anything.
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Attitude Fall One Liner
She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
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Herself Poem Simplicity Sunshine
It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
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Fade Love Past Poem
She wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes.
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Eyes Myself Romance Sex Stars
I never drink in the morning. Mornings are for drugs.
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Drink Drugs Morning Myself
Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
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Break Freedom Myself

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