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Mya Jan 2018
Death always comes in the form of loss
Destruction travels by flames
Mya Jan 2018
You never asked for a lot
But I'm bad at handling things
And I couldn't even give you the minimum
Mya Jan 2018
You kiss with infected lips
With the expectation of being healed
Failing to realize
the sickness you spread
Mya Jan 2018
Cheers to the girl
Who ripped my heart
To keep hers beating
Mya Jan 2018
In the cold
My petals fall
The stem rips all it can from the ground
Soil seeking revenge
Gives nothing up
And eventually
the stem follows the dying tragedy
Mya Jan 2018
Do you think butterflies are just as beautiful
Even with wings ripped off?
Mya Jan 2018
I want my coffee white as the snow
And bitter as the man I thought I loved
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