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karimafas
20/M/London
you’re a canvas and I’m a lonely artist I push my brush into the paint and then I press it on your skin I draw your smile and all your curves your lips your brows and I even try to recreate your smile once I’m finished like I do I step back and look right at it you’re not there
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 7:46 PM UTC
lonely artist
I just fell asleep I don't know where you finish and I start Is this a nice dream or I pictured the most tender work of art? Love, I've been waiting for you to come back home Oh. I'll be saving all my love for next time When did you say is our next time?
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
next time
I only eat hard candy so that my teeth can get used to the weakness that you cause I only eat hard candy so that my lips can be smashed and broken they'll bleed but they'll taste like bubblegum I don't like jelly beans I don't like gummy bears I don't like liquorice I only eat hard candy
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
hard candy
You're not the moon you are a minor star on the far left of the sky as I see it and I'm the dark waiting for the day to end so you can light me up a little.
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
Light me up
You make me wonder if I'm smart I'm safe I'm whole if I'm enough of a burden for you to take me on board and talk to me careful calmly making me feel like I'm smart I'm safe I'm whole.
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 7:27 PM UTC
Wonder
as you look this way for I don't have a pen or paper to write you down before you fade.
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
i look away
With straight stitches and a few candid mistakes I sewed your silhouette to the edges of my heart.
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
sewn
I live so close to pain sometimes I wonder if I would feel any better without it
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
pain-free
The sky will run out of stars after we’ll have left our bikes by the wall and walked the night to the summit of a hill. After we’ll have heard the terrible clamour so dramatically silent of what I thought would be the last nuclear fusion, I’ll tell you about my fear that the sky above us like a mile of desert dead before the dawn will remain black not pierced by a single light. Convince me they won’t end, the words that I can use to tell you about the future to let you know my kiss was honest what I meant. Convince me they won’t end, the mines of gold now full with dust and ground from where I pick the only chords I know on my guitar so I can sing to you wherever we might be about a walk through the darkest night with analog eyes and maximum exposure time, two wool-like gloves intertwined and two mouths happily moving. We’ll go back to our bikes by the wall, and, beautiful, pointing your finger to above you’ll laugh I told you that the sky wouldn’t run out of stars.
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
the sky will run out of stars
You remind me of the scent of bubblegum sweet in your eyes brief in your sentences you won’t let me have what I expected rather you whisper at me (laughing like a kid) that to your right my left a space so remote distant from where I sit (at least inside my mind) some soul stopped by. “He reminds me of the smell of bubblegum”.
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
bubblegum