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Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.

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Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
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Poetry Silence Word
I’m wrong but I’m real.
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Myself Reality Wrong
We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
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Beautiful Dreams God Monster
It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
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Fade Love Past Poem
I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
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Dreams Existence Myself
She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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Beautiful Collection Flaw Herself
I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
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Call Mess Myself Poetry
It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
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Forever Hate Love Myself
She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
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Herself Poem Simplicity Sunshine
Love lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.
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Death Fast Fly Live Love
Always falling but not for anything.
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Attitude Fall One Liner
She’s just a girl. But her pussy makes me see god.
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Girl God Herself Myself See Sex Woman
With her, the world becomes art.
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Art Herself World
Poems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
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Poem Talk Voice Yourself
I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
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Address Herself Mail Man Soul
True love is letting her know that her ass really does look fat in those jeans.
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