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Acne covered confidence, Lanky limbs with titanium teeth. The bus to a childish nowhere With bunk beds and broken boilers. Eyes caught mid-gaze. Stained cheeks at relentless hopes For Venus’ First Blossoms through drab and dreary. Midnight, Midday Midclass Messages. Monday morning discussions Of missed moments. Friday evening’s unwatched films, White cotton on carpet, Midnight’s kisses stain a pure canvas. Transparent lies to Auld Lang Onlookers.   Four months of fading. New experiences become shameful secrets, Salted cheeks replace antique shrieks, Misplaced passion posseses green eyes. Never the last. Sparks may cause forest fires, But nothing compares To the first burn.
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
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Acne covered confidence, Lanky limbs with titanium teeth. The bus to a childish nowhere With bunk beds and broken boilers. Eyes caught mid-gaze. Stained cheeks at relentless hopes For Venus’ First Blossoms through drab and dreary. Midnight, Midday Midclass Messages. Monday morning discussions Of missed moments. Friday evening’s unwatched films, White cotton on carpet, Midnight’s kisses stain a pure canvas. Transparent lies to Auld Lang Onlookers.   Four months of fading. New experiences become shameful secrets, Salted cheeks replace antique shrieks, Misplaced passion posseses green eyes. Never the last. Sparks may cause forest fires, But nothing compares To the first burn.
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17/F/UK
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
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