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Do you feel that? The feverish split second you decide the night is when you feel most alive and creep quickly, quietly, your heart hastening with every faulty step creating a domino effect of blood pumping mistakes that only you notice because only you are looking for them. Of course you don't. You grew up. Lier. You said you loved me. Im only playing ninja. But you are too grown up to play. I hate it. 2 hours on a bike in snow higher then my thigh with an ice coverd road and nothing but regret. You told me to do this. Why did you lie? I hate liers. I know you still want to play. You show it when i kiss you. Growing up seperated us. You are just as ****** up as me. Don't lie.
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
Denial
Do you feel that? The feverish split second you decide the night is when you feel most alive and creep quickly, quietly, your heart hastening with every faulty step creating a domino effect of blood pumping mistakes that only you notice because only you are looking for them. Of course you don't. You grew up. Lier. You said you loved me. Im only playing ninja. But you are too grown up to play. I hate it. 2 hours on a bike in snow higher then my thigh with an ice coverd road and nothing but regret. You told me to do this. Why did you lie? I hate liers. I know you still want to play. You show it when i kiss you. Growing up seperated us. You are just as ****** up as me. Don't lie.
All of my poems are true story's.
joshw
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
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