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silhouette angelshe was nothing but a silhouette. / her life once vivid- colored by dream and ambition has been blackened by a past too present still. / knocking on the doors of high rises and hotel rooms, carrying her treasured heels into the vapid mist of a sleeping city.

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Nov 25, 2014

accidentally about myselfnot capable of finishing anything / take my last poem. / about an angsty girl supposed to

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Jan 8, 2014

in lieu of recent eventsplease do, / i'm practically begging you / walk through the cafe front door

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Jun 24, 2013

for the sake of writing a poemDoes this make me look / Deeper, more intellectual / Perhaps I'm a Sylvia Plath

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May 17, 2013

the once friendi once had a friend / we would talk philosophy and things of deep matter / it never felt depressing talking of old ways

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May 15, 2013

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