lyra-brownWhisper

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communicationI speak to you / Through poems I didn't write, / Silence that screams the outcome
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Good Mourninggood morning, my angel / my living lullaby / i glide across the fairest skin, you are the fairest one
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anchorSomeone I once loved / Ran his finger across my chest and traced / The outline of my moles and said
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motherless dayi watched blankets of people / rip themselves off of you / one by one by one
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spoon fedi need you to spoon feed me / not with compliments / not with adoration
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true story about the last time a guy hit on me and how it's okay to be a ***** under certain circumstances when one turns into a porcupine due to feeling disrespected and objectifiedAbout a month ago I was waiting inside the lobby of a bank until the bus came. I was just standing there, innocently blaring Regina Spektor in my headphones to drown out my mind as I usually am, when this tall, dirty-blonde, pretty handsome boy walked in. / “Hi.” He said, standing directly in front of me, looking straight into my eyes. / “Um… Hi.” I replied, and pulled out my headphones because I didn’t want to seem rude.
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intuitionIntuition - / not a thought, / but a feeling.
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laughlaugh / because he’s just a silly boy who will / never leave her for you
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telephone tearsThere is nothing more painful than hearing / The sound of your drunken tears over the phone / You said you were okay
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lost earringsyou spoke of romance as if it were a disease. / you treated poems like pick up lines. / you said there was no point in writing anything if the writer
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