f-de-la-croix - Hello Poetry

I hugged you, there. detain you from going crushes into those constellations who laugh at the memories that I hated. then your eyes, is a beauty that I hated the most, after sky. because you had placed many question marks there, that can only be answered by me. of course with guessing. just like those cloudy days, which was never be rain.

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Apr 18, 2016

Apr 18, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC

me in you.

I hugged you, there. detain you from going crushes into those constellations who laugh at the memories that I hated. then your eyes, is a beauty that I hated the most, after sky. because you had placed many question marks there, that can only be answered by me. of course with guessing. just like those cloudy days, which was never be rain.

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You don't have to understand anything here, the complete certainty belongs to death the rest is only gab. even peace is still looking for meaning

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Apr 18, 2016

Apr 18, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC

1.32 AM thought.

You don't have to understand anything here, the complete certainty belongs to death the rest is only gab. even peace is still looking for meaning

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at the time, the sun had dimmed began to fatigue and hurried home. he said, he will come again tomorrow he said, his turn is up. the golden embodiment is now red and he made the sky purple, bruised till the sky lost his gallantry, then made unwilling to meet his sweetheart. his globular sweetheart bright white and graceful who reigned over the dark night who comes along with millions of other lights and forever his love will not be delivered

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Apr 18, 2016

Apr 18, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC

a tale.

at the time, the sun had dimmed began to fatigue and hurried home. he said, he will come again tomorrow he said, his turn is up. the golden embodiment is now red and he made the sky purple, bruised till the sky lost his gallantry, then made unwilling to meet his sweetheart. his globular sweetheart bright white and graceful who reigned over the dark night who comes along with millions of other lights and forever his love will not be delivered

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she had been poured all of what's inside of her brain. filling my empty soul. she packed. as if her obligations have been completed, but it's obvious that all of this is just too early. because actually she forgot to tell me how to let her go.

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Mar 7, 2016

Mar 7, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC

gone

she had been poured all of what's inside of her brain. filling my empty soul. she packed. as if her obligations have been completed, but it's obvious that all of this is just too early. because actually she forgot to tell me how to let her go.

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the reason im crying frequently is because of the tears that could evaporate into clouds and become rain that perhaps could berth on your forehead.

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Mar 7, 2016

Mar 7, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC

hope

the reason im crying frequently is because of the tears that could evaporate into clouds and become rain that perhaps could berth on your forehead.

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god, we need to have a conversation about the rain The rain is too selfish to let us miss everything.

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Feb 29, 2016

Feb 29, 2016 at 4:19 AM UTC

Rain

god, we need to have a conversation about the rain The rain is too selfish to let us miss everything.

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me into you just like a boat that voyaged but cannot be anchored rolled and abused drowned and ridiculed in the middle of ocean space not lost but cannot go home. the funny thing is i hold on.

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Feb 29, 2016

Feb 29, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC

hurtful truth

me into you just like a boat that voyaged but cannot be anchored rolled and abused drowned and ridiculed in the middle of ocean space not lost but cannot go home. the funny thing is i hold on.

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there's something similar about sunset the way embers scoff the incenses there's something similar about the way hour hand moves on the clock. the way sand changing color while drying up there's something similar about the flowers furl in the afternoon the way tears restrained in the eyelid. and in the same way, you turned away. so slowly, yet so sure...

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Feb 28, 2016

Feb 28, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC

You

there's something similar about sunset the way embers scoff the incenses there's something similar about the way hour hand moves on the clock. the way sand changing color while drying up there's something similar about the flowers furl in the afternoon the way tears restrained in the eyelid. and in the same way, you turned away. so slowly, yet so sure...

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