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No one is ever who they say they are
Grime and guts
Take another puff
Punk rock
Does not ****
 Jan 2020 The Poetic Nicole
Malia
She cut
And cut
And dug
Deep inside her skin.

But all
That ever poured out
Was ink
Flowing night.
slow death
quick sand
I reach out for your hand,
you turn away
I've been crying out for you for so long
we were supposed to last a lifetime
my antidote
turns into my poison
 Jan 2020 The Poetic Nicole
Ethan
A girl came into my life and made me happy.
After she left I got really sappy.
A second girl came but she never intended to stay.
She had already given her heart away.
A third girl had come my way and I ruined it.
I just didn't commit.
A final girl had found me and didn't leave.
I still think this is make believe.
I don't want to mess it up.
I want to keep it like a newborn pup.
I don't know where I would go without her guidance.
I would probably just sit in silence.
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