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I don’t need you to like my poems. I need words to cut open your skin, verse to rip through your caged heart and, when all metaphors will disappear, ravens will wine and dine on your spine.
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Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
Only then you’ll feel something for me
I don’t need you to like my poems. I need words to cut open your skin, verse to rip through your caged heart and, when all metaphors will disappear, ravens will wine and dine on your spine.
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Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
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