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Marilyn Monroe Paulo Coelho Abraham Lincoln C. S. Lewis Khalil Gibran Charlie Chaplin Gautama Buddha Isaac Newton

I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
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Dreams Existence Myself
Failures often become art. And art can never fail.
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Art Failure Myself Wisdom
There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.
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Beautiful Hell Herself Shine Strange
In an endless universe, she needed space.
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Herself Need Space Universe
Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
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Forget Heart Night Poetry Try Wound Yourself
She’s just a girl. But her pussy makes me see god.
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Girl God Herself Myself See Sex Woman
She was an artist on top of me, and soaked my sheets with poetry.
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Artist Myself Poetry Sex
I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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Coffee Herself Simplicity
She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
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Break Butterfly Death Shine Sky
Women are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
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Beautiful Hell Woman
We search for meaning. And destroy it.
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Destroy Meaning Philosophy Search
He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.
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Cage Freedom Myself Open
She wanted love. So I fed her, inch by inch.
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Fed Herself Love Myself Sex
Always falling but not for anything.
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Attitude Fall One Liner
She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
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Beautiful Herself Myself Rose See
She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
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Herself Poem Simplicity Sunshine

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