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 Feb 2016 Mya Coco-Bassey
katie
anon
 Feb 2016 Mya Coco-Bassey
katie
i don't know you,
you slip down a street,
peruse a café window
looking for something
to eat, the inner
stirrings of your soul
a mystery to me & it's
funny because with time
I could love you, but as
of now you are like
any other undiscovered
book sat on a shelf
collecting dust, i blink
& you're gone, my
favourite read lost in a
sea of bodies; millions
of stories bleeding down
streets that i will never
meet.
 Feb 2016 Mya Coco-Bassey
sierra
I don't know if I treat myself the way I do
because of me
or because of you.
But, I sure as hell know the feeling of being half-******
is better than the feeling of being alone.
Child of a day, thou knowest not
The tears that overflow thy urn,
The gushing eyes that read thy lot,
Nor, if thou knewest, couldst return!

And why the wish! the pure and blest
Watch like thy mother o'er thy sleep.
O peaceful night! O envied rest!

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