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Whisper
18 / F / in a garden
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cherry red words and a crystal tonguethey told her / “your poetry / is hidden within” / so she took her pen / carved into her wrists / an
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Sep 2, 2018
confessions of an addicti used to love being alone / until i tasted you / being with you was like a drug that i just couldn’
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Jun 10, 2018
dead rosesdear girl, do not tire your eyes / weeping over dead roses / for sunlight emanates / from your weath
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Jun 28, 2018
dripping words from bottlesshe asked him / 'why is it / that i have yet to know a poet / who doesn't hold a bottle / the same w
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Aug 6, 2018
ephemeralitytime / was purely a four-letter concept with you / you made hours alone / discussing the universe an
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Jun 18, 2018
her favorite color was yellowshe had always said / her favorite color was yellow / for the girl with buttery skin and crystal eye
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Jul 10, 2018
lust for life, taste deathdarling / let us fill our lungs / with corruptive smoke / and descend into delirium / so we may appr
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Jul 24, 2018
masochistsome might say i'm a masochist / because i kept letting myself get hurt / but it's not that i loved
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Jun 14, 2018
moonlight lovershe was the moon / radiating the night sky / and dancing among the stars / you were the darkness / t
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Sep 3, 2018
onsrashe looked at him as if the universe was sprawled on his skin / her eyes engulfing every inch / as t
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Jun 12, 2018
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