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Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.

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Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
TONY COBLE

Home Myself Rain Shoes Time Wonder
We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
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Beautiful Dreams God Monster
I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
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Dreams Existence Myself
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
She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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Beautiful Collection Flaw Herself
Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
TONY COBLE

Break Freedom Myself
She could be anything. But she’s just a girl with a broken heart.
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Broken Heart Herself
It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
TONY COBLE

Forever Hate Love Myself
Summer looks the same. But last summer she loved me.
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Couple Love Myself Relationship Summer
She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
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Butterfly Herself Open Wait
Women are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
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Beautiful Hell Woman
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 was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
TONY COBLE

Herself Poem Simplicity Sunshine
She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
TONY COBLE

Beautiful Herself Myself Rose See
She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
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Break Butterfly Death Shine Sky
She wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes.
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Eyes Myself Romance Sex Stars

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