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 Nov 2022 Anastasia
Grace E
He told me he’d take care of me.
The only person he couldn’t protect me from
Was himself
Something
Has fallen off the wall
There are
Echoes in the hall
Nonsense
Reaching from the window
And all the words
Are hollow

Lights in
A corner of evening
Come in
It's nothing like it seems
In a lunatic night
Barely out of sight
Something
Happened again

Somewhere
But that's beside the plot
Some thoughts
And noise within earshot
No way
We mean when we
Give in our dreams
The picture stays the same

Can see your faces
Not your souls
Leftover traces
Empty wholes
Couldn't see coming
Every day
Confusedly moving
To stay
Meaninglessness makes perfect sense
 Nov 2022 Anastasia
juno
attached.
 Nov 2022 Anastasia
juno
you proved
that i
was nothing to you

that i meant
absolutely
nothing
to you.

and even though,
i know this is true,

i am still
so ******* attached to
you.
sometimes
i just want you
to look at me
with those pretty
blue eyes

and tell me

you were wrong.
 Nov 2022 Anastasia
Jordan Ray
Love
 Nov 2022 Anastasia
Jordan Ray

           Love                                  is                      
wr­itten                    in                    stone
       which                                slowly
             fades                          to
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 Nov 2022 Anastasia
Dolores
Glass
 Nov 2022 Anastasia
Dolores
He is so gray
Cold steel pain,
He drinks wine when it rains,

And when it rains too much
He drinks too much

And he forces his love upon me,
It's because I listen
I'm not lovely,

His eyes are blue
They look so dead,
And when he gets mad
He turns all red,

He talks to me with words so sweet,
Other times they cut so deep,
I really thought that you should know
I've gained much pain by loving you.
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