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i needed her
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                                                                ­             so i bought her...

she was so beautiful, so moist
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                                                ­                             but i ground her up...

if the police found her i be thrown in jail
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                                                                ­             so i rolled her up...

but i loved her a i couldnt leave her like that
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                                                                ­             so i burned her...

how could i let the smoke of her go to waste
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                                               ­                              so i inhaled...

i loved her so much
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                                                                ­             my *****...
she was da best ***** i evar smoked... may she rest in smoke
Hannah Jade Dec 2014
I wish I could be Beautiful like them...
They are Unique and Magnificent in their ways of Oddity.
I am an Aberration.
But in the way they are all Different,
They are the Same.
I am Alone...
A poem I wrote a while ago.
Hannah Jade Dec 2014
Can they see,
As it grows inside?
Do I lie,
Can I cower and hide?
I want it, need it, love it so...
If they only knew, would they really know?

It stopped being, bitterly I cried.
A heart no longer beating.
A flame flickered and then...
Just died.
I have nothing to say...
Hannah Jade Dec 2014
I admit it, I watch you sleep.
I wonder, in silence, if I hide in your dreams.
I know the sound of your final conscious breath.
I pray in the night you find whole rest,
And return to me in the morning refreshed.

I study you as clouds dance in your head.
The soft brow, which furrows in frustration when your thoughts sour.
Your lips curl sweetly, is it me?

I know I am forgotten as you snooze,
At a second's touch you envelope me.
An embrace so gentle, possessive, warm.
And soon after I drift off too.
A night with him is a night I sleep soundly.
  Dec 2014 Hannah Jade
Bianca
There's nothing left in you
For me to love
Not because
You're rotted
But because I've
Managed to love
Every part of you
From your split ends
To your hairy toes

Your scabby elbows
And scarred knees
From falling over and over
Your ice blue eyes
That have a talent of hiding all your lies

I even love the way
Your voice gets
When you shout
And you're angrier
Than I've ever seen
Because I've yet to find a part of you
That I do not love

— The End —