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bjynxthelyric May 2016
tragic how we go from ****** to chasm
in the hope that it would all work out but pull a spasm
bound by human error like muscles in skin
expecting to see light while abundant in sin

vivid pictures are how puzzles begin
snakes double as friends
claim they love you, find the trouble within
exploit faults in hopes that theirs come to an end
give them space to see the hate and they'll love you again
what you hate in others is a reflection of your self perception
Nicole Ashley May 2015
There are too many words
But I can't stop writing
I  can only write poems
Just like these

Nothing else

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