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maybe we're not drowning,
maybe we're just floating underwater
hm
I.
best friends with unrequited love
and acquaintances with permanent relationships.

II.
this ***** tastes a lot like heartbreak,
but so do your smirking lips.

III.
Old vinyl record players keep me company,
I've never been a fan of cats because I'm allergic.
bad
 Jan 2015 cody dale
Sophie Hartl
Legalize the dark night
in which he grow up in,
the illuminated streets
in which we modeled our deep edges and rough cuts.

Decriminalize the chilling touch of winter
that makes our lips dry and blood red,
the icy spheres
that paints dabs of colours on our bodies.

Sanction the art of the sciences
where the only one paying is the consumer,
the cruelty of the art
where the media slices the eyes of the observers.

Legalize, decriminalize and sanction
all
that has made us many and
once at once.
 Jan 2015 cody dale
Sombro
My love poems don't go to people
They go to cards
I write them down on paper
And lock them 'way safer.

My poems of beauty don't go to objects
They go to paper too
And when I have made more than a thousand and one
I will put them in envelopes and they'll all be gone.

To every house in the city,
Every house in the world
My best effort for their pleasure
With a true to word measure,

'This poem is yours, selfishly so,
For I am taking so much from you
The happiness of knowing so well
That I tried to build you a happier Hell.'

Slipped through each letterbox, stealthy notes
To tell each person they deserve this,
Love poems, Beauty poems, poems in hiding
All are for people for keeping, residing

In a drawer they should stay, till one fateful day
They can open it and remember
It wasn't my selfishness that caused them to get this
It was their beauty and nothing else ever.
This is another, 'if I had one dream scenario'

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