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 Dec 2018
Riley Cartwright
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I still have screenshots.
From nights
You definitely
Do not remember.
...
I still have recordings
Of things
You don't remember saying.
Words you don't remember falling
From your mouth.
...
I still have memories.
From the first few nights.
Mental images of our smiles.
The laughter.
The fun.
Our happiness.
...
I wish I could
Forget.
....
I want to
Forget
...
I need to
Forget
The way you looked at
Me
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 Dec 2018
putiira
always remember to talk to yourself
like someone you love...
 Dec 2018
zm
it's not even fun anymore the
way I stay up waiting for you to
keep me from falling, but
then I remember that I am
anticipating an ending that will never









arrive.

z.m.
 Dec 2018
Humble
As beautiful as a rose is,
it has lots of thorns
So is life,
Very beautiful but it also gets rough
 Dec 2018
sage
Beware the boys
With dyed blond hair
blue eyes
and beautiful music

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trust me darling
That handsome smirk
May have told you
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                        ✦      · .
  *    *  . * .    
he wanted all of you
  *   ✺ ˚ ⊹             ✵      ˚ +    . .        ˚    ✷ ·  .   .       · *     ⊹   . ⋆ ˚
But it turns out
He only meant your skin
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 Dec 2018
Pagan Paul
Take a peek inside his poems
if you really want to know him.
He hides himself deep, immersed
a tiny piece in every verse.

Take a peek and take your time
savour the moment of every line.
Relish the thought of what lies there
and appreciate his soul laid bare.

© Pagan Paul (31/08/16)
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 Nov 2018
gray
i was fire.
flames licking at my heart
burning me inside out.

i was fire.
heat spreading through my veins
flickering in my soul.

i was fire.
smoke clogging my lungs
extinguished by your ice.
also written in french class, because nothing makes sense no more
 Nov 2018
Simpleton
He took my heart in his hands
And asked what I would give for its return
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