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flustered Aug 2015
i love the smell
of rain before downpour
and the sound of the first few raindrops
falling angry on the roof
i like to pretend its the sound of
you knocking at the door,
eager to come home
  Aug 2015 flustered
Liz And Lilacs
If I wrote it in blood,
would it mean more?
flustered Aug 2015
these bruised knees
aren't from praying
six word story
  Aug 2015 flustered
Hailey P
There's two hearts
On the floor.
One mine,
Both yours.
flustered Aug 2015
bad days don't last

but good days
don't either
flustered Jul 2015
ink
i can write your name into my skin over and over
but it doesn't matter how many times i translate these feelings into verses
and convert my longing into lines

i can never write myself into your story
i'm running out of ink
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