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“For centuries, poets have wanted to place their ideologies, thoughts, feelings, and emotions onto paper. They’ve forever wanted people to hear their pen. But for me, I’ve just always wanted to write down exactly what I feel; But somehow the paper seems to just always stay empty.
And that couldn’t describe it any better”
Did you ever hear the tale of the loneliest cigarette?
Bringing short term pleasure to just one man, while simultaneously burning herself away into oblivion, she is selfless.
He'll soon kick her to the kerb and stamp out her embers which she offered to him because it's what she thought he wanted.
When she is gone, he will take another.
*And she will be useless. Lifeless. Unwanted. Replaceable.
 Aug 2015 Raiford Brown IV
NV
Time.
 Aug 2015 Raiford Brown IV
NV
And though I may not mention it,
I need you to remain and sit in place within my life.
I'm home, I don't mind a few renovations but you can't move out.
Change the furniture, change the setting, change the colours of this love, but don't pack up.
Don't relocate, because I can't leave with you, hence I live with you.
Continue to settle, continue to speak your plans to my walls, we'll breathe life into them.
And may the building of this love never feel the clocks run forward.

by Dvniel Jones
 Aug 2015 Raiford Brown IV
NV
MOST DAYS,
I FEEL LIKE A HOLE,*
*TRYING TO FIND A PLACE THAT WON'T **** ANYBODY ELSE INTO THIS EMPTINESS.

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