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bradyG
22/M instagram: @poetry.cg
you want the silhouette you want two things to be true
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Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
silhouette
feels like a blonde memory / strong / my hand over your smaller hand / begging / close your eyes / dream / we might never see this again /
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May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC
/ eternal sunshine /
The Prodigy of Sensitivity (the hermit crab) crawls through the sand away from another lover--
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 2:40 AM UTC
The Hermit Crab
I believe in the life we can't (express) the night's confidence in a coin; a few drops of drink and your skin has already left you in search of something better.
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
belief
me in my car, twirling around this place, a little soul here, I keep spinning, I keep looking, for that road, where my other life was from-- aren't you in this place?
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 3:25 AM UTC
late night drive
There was winter, every year. every year, around New Years, there would be a house party or a bar where someone would eventually yell: "Close the door!" and when the door was opened, the bricks that were left behind would be colder, and whatever walk was left for the people would make them the same.
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC
WINTER, EVERY YEAR
I cant believe I snorted you! I cant believe I’m the new AMY, playing with fire Until it burns the **** outta me! Write about lovers, write about lover who Left left left, no wait she stayed and you left? You gotta write about that, Whattakid, just leaving girls he has no business leaving, lemme teach you about LEAGUES, leagues guy, Why did you think you could play around like you were a God, God **** how about I leave you with everything
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Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 3:28 AM UTC
Winehouse
kiss me christen my virginity, put me on a plane in the night and oh, tell me I’m flying— make me forget those lights were invented for darkness and invent some love for me.
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
To The Inventors (take care of me)
I couldn’t look anymore I couldn’t live I could I just couldn’t
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Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 2:20 AM UTC
Untitled
i cant hug myself so my heart is blue. I crave the womb the dark jazz that sprinkles winternight on rough grass. i am a bathroom light left on a bothersome memory bleaching courage. everything as weak as this will fade everything as soft as this cant last
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Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 2:14 AM UTC
soft