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It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
TONY COBLE

Forever Hate Love Myself
She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
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Butterfly Herself Open Wait
I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
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Call Mess Myself Poetry
Summer looks the same. But last summer she loved me.
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Couple Love Myself Relationship Summer
He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.
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Cage Freedom Myself Open
Love lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.
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Death Fast Fly Live Love
If there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.
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Command Love Order
It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
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Fade Love Past Poem
She could be anything. But she’s just a girl with a broken heart.
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Broken Heart Herself
Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
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Forget Heart Night Poetry Try Wound Yourself
I’m wrong but I’m real.
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Myself Reality Wrong
She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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Beautiful Collection Flaw Herself
There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
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Hurt Myself Time
Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
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Poetry Silence Word
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
She’s just a girl. But her pussy makes me see god.
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Girl God Herself Myself See Sex Woman
Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.
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Heart Herself Memories
Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
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Break Freedom Myself
She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
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Break Butterfly Death Shine Sky
I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
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Address Herself Mail Man Soul
There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.
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Beautiful Hell Herself Shine Strange
She was an artist on top of me, and soaked my sheets with poetry.
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Artist Myself Poetry Sex
A lot of ugly people hide behind beautiful eyes. A lot of things are only lies.
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Beautiful Hide Lying People
She wanted love. So I fed her, inch by inch.
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Fed Herself Love Myself Sex
Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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Home Myself Rain Shoes Time Wonder
I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
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Dreams Existence Myself

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