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

This heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.
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Broken Heart Heart Myself
Failures often become art. And art can never fail.
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Art Failure Myself Wisdom
It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
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Fade Love Past Poem
It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
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Forever Hate Love Myself
Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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Home Myself Rain Shoes Time Wonder
Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
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Forget Heart Night Poetry Try Wound Yourself
There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.
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Beautiful Hell Herself Shine Strange
I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
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Address Herself Mail Man Soul
I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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Coffee Herself Simplicity
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 search for meaning. And destroy it.
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Destroy Meaning Philosophy Search
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
There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
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Hurt Myself Time
She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
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Break Butterfly Death Shine Sky
She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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Beautiful Collection Flaw Herself

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