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 Nov 2019 Aubree S
dog pillow
 Nov 2019 Aubree S
dog pillow
It seems to me that time is slipping;
Moving quickly and it’s already


Have I ever felt time the way I felt you.

Will I grasp the waste of the winding clock?
Will I consume it by train of thought?

Day in. Day out.
Queue the violins.
 Nov 2019 Aubree S
The only art I'm good at, is the art of being lonely.
I painted something at 3am in the morning and I don't want questions, only compliments.
the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace
 Nov 2019 Aubree S
Jenny Moran
every day I spend away from you
returns me back to normal
I belong to myself for once

if you're near
everything I've been practicing disappears  
I'm yours again

just let me breathe on my own
and set me free
from your controlling grasp
and your unyielding touch
and let me be me
 Nov 2019 Aubree S
e l l
you ask me if i love you.
so i say
“i feel like i do.”
but sometimes my feelings lie to me
and i don’t want to do that to you.
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