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MineI once would stare at stars above / and ask them where you’d be. / I don’t have to ask them anymore;
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Apr 11, 2018
FebruarySafe, warm, though not in love's embrace; / But just your voice in it's place. / Drifting in comfort
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Nov 5, 2017
CucoonIn this cucoon / My world though smaller / Isn't much better / But at least I'm king
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Oct 3, 2017
Used ToYou used to call / At times like these / From the dark of a starless sky. / Filling the night so per
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Sep 14, 2017
Tick TockEvery / Second / Closer / Yet. / To what though? / Happiness? Reward? Regret? / Unchecked though, ti
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Sep 13, 2017
BeastThis body of mine, bears no resemblance to the creature that lives inside. / Certainly the mind is w
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Aug 28, 2017
SpewYou see the ink of this pen was pain, it was all there was to feel. / Bringing shade and hues to a p
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Aug 24, 2017
FreshI lay awake, taunted it seems, / By memories long dead. / Faces and places clear in ink, / Waiting t
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May 14, 2017
Horsing AroundPony Tails belong on Ponies, / And yet she still insists, / To have one on her head / Swept back in
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May 9, 2017
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