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rivy Dec 2013
once on a broken bench
on a yellow road
and old man heard a faint voice calling
weak hands reaching out for him
he found a teary eyed pair of cracked hazel eyes
looking for the wrong answers
to the right questions of silent voices
that no one else could hear
rivy Dec 2013
I am made of red lipstick and brewed coffee at four in the morning
I am made of hidden scars and kisses    
under bleachers
I am made of black tights and short skirts
I am made of drugstore make up and hickeys
I am made of city lights and stiletto heels
And a bit of acid
I am made of free shots of love and unspoken 'I love you's'
I am made of sad tears and fake smirks
I am made of poetry and dusty furniture no one will ever clean

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