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  Jun 2014 Winter Allen Jane
y i k e s
you're the worst kind of drug

and i want to you in every way possible

smoke, inhale, snort, injection

and i want to get

*addicted
  Jun 2014 Winter Allen Jane
ZL
I only wish to hug you
Like lips **** a cigarette
And inhale your scent
You’re the fire I desire
I need badly to be lite.

I want to smoke you
Until my lungs ache
Until my chest caves in
With toxins and sin
drugs **** me,
but gets me high
Loving a bad boy
Is my cancer
With him I live
For him I’ll die.
  Jun 2014 Winter Allen Jane
Francesca
27
People come and go.
And we let them in with all our heart
just to find out soon enough they're
never
coming
back.
love,goodbye,alone,
Sad
she broke out in tears
I didn't know what to do
so I gave her my cat
bc my cat never failed to comfort me


when i'm sad.
Jun 18 2014
© WAJ
We cannot prevent people from falling in life
Blinded by our own salted skin and crunching bones
And only notice the wounds on someone's face
when they knock on our door
and ask if they can borrow a plaster

I can only watch you with deep s y m p a t h y
when your scarred heart gasps for breath
if only I can heal your p a i n
if only I could catch you whenever you fall
but I'm just another helpless creature
expecting myself to be m o r e
and guilt appears faster than rain on car windows
and my heart goes up in the flames of grief
the guilt grows damp before my eyes
plasters do not heal w o u n d s
want to bury them deep down with me
your misfortunes are mine
My crooked heart knitted to y o u r s
And I just want to say that I'm really sorry
for letting you f a l l
I should've hold your hand more tightly
I couldn't swim and you jumped in

                                                             ­                  and I couldn't s a v e you

we always know everything afterwards
so we cannot prevent our people from falling
We can run as fast as we can
but time is faster than realization

                                                    ­              We are either  d e a d  or  l a t e.
Jun 17 2014
© WAJ
  Jun 2014 Winter Allen Jane
Amanda
There is nothing as free and passionate as your first time
Nothing as innocent
The nervous giggles
The panicked breathing
Touching someone's body
Just to learn every bump and crater
on the surface of their warm skin
The rush of pain
The desperate moans
Nothing as intimate as your first time.
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