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She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.

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There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.
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Beautiful Hell Herself Shine Strange
Always falling but not for anything.
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Attitude Fall One Liner
I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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Coffee Herself Simplicity
She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
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Beautiful Herself Myself Rose See
She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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Beautiful Collection Flaw Herself
I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
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Dreams Existence Myself
If there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.
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Command Love Order
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
It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
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Fade Love Past Poem
I hated you. and you hated me. But we called it love.
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Hate Relationship Yourself
Failures often become art. And art can never fail.
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Art Failure Myself Wisdom
I never drink in the morning. Mornings are for drugs.
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Drink Drugs Morning Myself
Poems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
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Poem Talk Voice Yourself
Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.
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Heart Herself Memories
She’s like turning on the radio and hearing a brand new song.
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Brand Herself Music Radio Song
Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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Home Myself Rain Shoes Time Wonder
In an endless universe, she needed space.
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Herself Need Space Universe
This heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.
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Broken Heart Heart Myself
We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
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Beautiful Dreams God Monster
Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
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Poetry Silence Word
I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
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Address Herself Mail Man Soul
There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
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Hurt Myself Time
It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
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Forever Hate Love Myself
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
She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
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Herself Poem Simplicity Sunshine
Overcoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.
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Deep Guilty Let Go Repeat

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