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

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

I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.
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Address Herself Mail Man Soul
Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
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Forget Heart Night Poetry Try Wound Yourself
I never drink in the morning. Mornings are for drugs.
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Drink Drugs Morning Myself
We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.
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Beautiful Dreams God Monster
She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
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Butterfly Herself Open Wait
I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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Coffee Herself Simplicity
I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
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Call Mess Myself Poetry
Romance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.
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Alcohol Dreams Myself Romance
With her, the world becomes art.
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Art Herself World
I wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.
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Eyes Glow Hairs Myself Surprise Wake Up
She wanted love. So I fed her, inch by inch.
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Fed Herself Love Myself Sex
She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
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Beautiful Herself Myself Rose See
Always falling but not for anything.
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Attitude Fall One Liner
Women are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
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Beautiful Hell Woman
She wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes.
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Eyes Myself Romance Sex Stars
This heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.
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Broken Heart Heart Myself

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