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All that is mine I carry with me. My frosted spectacles With the tiniest crack on the surface Just enough to make them special. My leather wallet Beaten by years of rain and use. Inside, a polaroid of the one I consider divine. My keys For what I do not exactly remember. They stay nestled in the back of my pocket, rusting slowly. My lyric book, Complete with unfinished ideas that ****** at the Back of my head, pleading to be finished one day. My Memories, Which have a repugnant smell of loss That I embrace with open arms. My ‘Dreams’, A potent synthesis of reoccurring nightmares Fundamentally unrequited in its presence. My Addictions, Virulent Vampires leeching droplets off who I adore so dearly. My Love, You too are being ripped away So quickly. I think for now I shall stare at my lyric book wistfully Through my spectacles, hoping for redemption. Perhaps one day I will again be able To show you the Polaroid I hold so dearly And finally get to use these keys. All that is mine, I carry with me; Hopefully I could one day carry her too.
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Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
Omnia mea mecum porto
All that is mine I carry with me. My frosted spectacles With the tiniest crack on the surface Just enough to make them special. My leather wallet Beaten by years of rain and use. Inside, a polaroid of the one I consider divine. My keys For what I do not exactly remember. They stay nestled in the back of my pocket, rusting slowly. My lyric book, Complete with unfinished ideas that ****** at the Back of my head, pleading to be finished one day. My Memories, Which have a repugnant smell of loss That I embrace with open arms. My ‘Dreams’, A potent synthesis of reoccurring nightmares Fundamentally unrequited in its presence. My Addictions, Virulent Vampires leeching droplets off who I adore so dearly. My Love, You too are being ripped away So quickly. I think for now I shall stare at my lyric book wistfully Through my spectacles, hoping for redemption. Perhaps one day I will again be able To show you the Polaroid I hold so dearly And finally get to use these keys. All that is mine, I carry with me; Hopefully I could one day carry her too.
idk it didn't turn out as well as i wanted
JRowley39
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22/M/London
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
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