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We see words lined up pretty, spelling out sorrow. Like beautiful crying ladies we want to help but also want to touch. I never know when or how to express that I am here for a poet. Love, is it ever just a poem to you? Or do you actually mean to slit your wrists? Is writing the only way you escape? Should I stop and whisper empathy or should we just continue to admire each other's talent?
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
When I like painful poetry
We see words lined up pretty, spelling out sorrow. Like beautiful crying ladies we want to help but also want to touch. I never know when or how to express that I am here for a poet. Love, is it ever just a poem to you? Or do you actually mean to slit your wrists? Is writing the only way you escape? Should I stop and whisper empathy or should we just continue to admire each other's talent?
If ever there is a poet that would like to reach out and talk- I'm no expert but I'm willing to listen. I sure wouldn't mind an ear every now and then.
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
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