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pluviophile
Poems
Feb 2018
nightmare
my hair is as dark as the days when i believed that nobody would ever love me
my eyes are as deep as the water i tried to drown in
my lips are as red as the blood that spilled from my wrist
my skin kissed by the summer sun i always hated
slowly
i became my own nightmare
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17/F/silver wings
(17/F/silver wings)
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