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 Dec 2017 Anon
JK Cabresos
Lonely waters,
I tried to understand —
river flows in your eyes.
Truth be told,
I was another victim
of your lies.

Melancholy,
can be beautiful
and profound.
It wasn’t me
who chose darkness —
the other way around.
 Dec 2017 Anon
Tyler Matthew
It's like
when you're standing
underneath the stars at night,
looking up, and your voice
seems so small, so quiet and
inconsequential that you
just lie on the lawn
at the mercy of all that
ceremonious creation, not
saying a word or waving a hand,
not moving a single cell from
where it is because
you think it might upset it all.
It's just like that,
but with more
passion.
Quick write

— The End —