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In the stir
of the moment
we diluted

When things
settled
we separated
And then
I said,
"All my poetry
is not
fictional"
putting all
these short
little bursts
of inspiration
in a different
perspective
Maria Etre Apr 2
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When I fear my heart
has become too small
for the love
it carries
failing
to
express
the muchness
of
it
all
Maria Etre Mar 28
Sleep
only
- robs me -
of
your
presence
Maria Etre Mar 17
It felt weird
when my heart
left its type
and fell
for a whole
new font
that read
differently
Maria Etre Mar 12
I never ate my emotions
I starved them
That's also an
Emotional Disorder
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