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lavenderYour blood flows like ink / And your words taste like ***** / Each look makes me feel
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poppySweet nectar / from a forbidden / flower.
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#18stop romanticizing death. / the sick image of me / laying on my grave
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Pebbles.Pebble after pebble, / my lungs fill. / The words "i'm sorry" have no meaning.
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patience.This time, / I shall welcome death with open arms. / Greet it with a simple kiss on the cheek when he finds me.
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the worst/draft/screamingAnd if you're asking if I slept well the answer is no. / my eyes and heart are aching with cement stuck in between my toes / and your words in my fingers.
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TuesdayI went home. / Body swore / from you slamming into me.
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boxed (more of a thought, than a poem)From body to box, / Sunday brought back the reminder that death, / is the only thing permanent in this world.
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my dearestAs the sting from each word sets in, / please know / how much you hurt me
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dots.Seven trillion dots. / And they say no two are the same. / Each similar.
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