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I never really liked poetry. I never really liked the crimson roses that spilled from my fingertips. I never really liked holding hands with cosmos made of truth. I didn't want the pearls behind my eyelids to sing. I didn't want to hear the screeches that danced on my tongue. I never really liked the ruby strings that strangled my coarse throat. I never really liked the charcoal fingers that itched my ivory wrists. I never really liked anything. Until stars fell and galaxies succumbed to my eroded feet. I liked the way the burning skies lived in the veins of my heart. I liked the way my eyes bled endless oceans alive with emotions. I liked the sugar coated lips perching on the branches of my head. I liked the blossoms blooming from the tip of my voice. But still, I don’t really like poetry.
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
Poetry
I never really liked poetry. I never really liked the crimson roses that spilled from my fingertips. I never really liked holding hands with cosmos made of truth. I didn't want the pearls behind my eyelids to sing. I didn't want to hear the screeches that danced on my tongue. I never really liked the ruby strings that strangled my coarse throat. I never really liked the charcoal fingers that itched my ivory wrists. I never really liked anything. Until stars fell and galaxies succumbed to my eroded feet. I liked the way the burning skies lived in the veins of my heart. I liked the way my eyes bled endless oceans alive with emotions. I liked the sugar coated lips perching on the branches of my head. I liked the blossoms blooming from the tip of my voice. But still, I don’t really like poetry.
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
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