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Hope
has a way
of burning a
hole in your
heart.
Even if my lips grow parched
I will still refuse to yield
to your rose red lips.
I will refuse their nectar,
your petals and your
siren scent.
Mitch Prax May 10
you chose to erase me
from your book-
to tear out my pages
one by one
and rewrite the story
of you and I.
Mitch Prax May 7
If only I was
physically tired
rather than
mentally tired
at the end of
each day.
Mitch Prax May 3
These are
troubled time.
Society is sick in a
world growing uglier,
as is the number of those
who wish to extinguish
the flames of hope
and freedom.
Mitch Prax May 1
There are some nights
where I would rather
fight anything other
than my own
thoughts.
Mitch Prax Apr 27
True love is
knowing how to
be silence with
someone.
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