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Go to where
poetry is aroused
that's where misery
drinks with company
and over-thinking
smokes with assumptions

That's where the heart
over-fills drinks
to the brim
with
"is this right?"

and wets papers
with poetry
that questions
its creator
This time,
I wore
a parachute
before
I jumped
off the
edge
of
fa
ll
in
g
Does maturity
dress itself
just to fit in
while your
raw
spirit
undresses it
every
single
time?
Maria Etre Jan 23
If vines
get pruned
should we
do the same
to regrow
healthier
thoughts?
Maria Etre Jan 21
He kissed
my flower


























































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tattoo.









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*you naughty minds - smirks
Maria Etre Jan 20
"I feel old", I said

"Time travel" they imposed

"How?", I exclaimed

"Fall in love", they replied
Maria Etre Jan 20
You
confused
my pencil tips,
they used to write poetry
Now, they doodle in lines in bewilderment
aimlessly drawing the words in sketches of an amateur love
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