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Maria Etre Feb 2020
Love,
is that
you?
Love is a joke, sometimes
Maria Etre Feb 2020
I opened my pantry
and found my heart pickled
Remember, I set you there
after you got broken
years later, I gathered the courage
to show to the world

Are you ready?
Maria Etre Feb 2020
You know that feeling
when you finish a poem
and smoke a cigarette?

That one.
Maria Etre Jan 2020
I get defensive
when my poems
are attacked by reality
Maria Etre Jan 2020
I write
because I stutter
when I talk
with emotions
Maria Etre Jan 2020
IES
I used to write daily
now I write dailies
Maria Etre Jan 2020
I fell off the bed
little did I know
that I was
falling
in
something I have already
fallen for
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