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collin 1d
as the auctioneer calls out the final bid
i can’t help but think it’s something i did
sinking in mud with you still wet on my lips
trying my hardest to not steer into the skid
collin 3d
wasted paper by the reams
a taste to savor by the stream
i wonder how it feels to dream
and know exactly what its supposed to mean
collin Jun 6
she’s the thorn in the side of my heart
if i had it to do again
i would've skipped this part
it feels like i woke up on an airplane
with a loaded gun
i’m trying to move on
but i keep my shoes on
so i’m always ready to run
it’s not the same
it’ll never be the same
i hope i find another flower
just as pretty as its name
collin Jun 4
i’m still the same words in a new font
same old punchline but more nuanced
the same marathon you’ve been running
under all the layers, an onions still an onion
collin May 31
the days keep getting longer
i’m in bed before the sun
i tried to escape my hunger
but there’s nowhere left to run
if i could be the hunter
i think that might be fun
swinging at the thunder
but i’m a bullet without a gun
collin May 28
i dealt
you shifted
i fired, suspicious
the love you gifted
left dying and hidden
collin May 23
i know she’s more than capable
she left me at the table
the lines we drew won’t intersect
it’s probably best we never met
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