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 Mar 2022 Sofie
Arlen R
Mom
 Mar 2022 Sofie
Arlen R
Mom
I love you now
I loved you then
If you were here I'd say it again
 Oct 2021 Sofie
raphæl
language
 Oct 2021 Sofie
raphæl
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"Hey, I worry that                    
music's our only shared thing."    
            "It's fine. That's enough"

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I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december
 May 2020 Sofie
FS-30
Good enough
 May 2020 Sofie
FS-30
You looked at me
And wanted to see her,
But I wasn’t her
And that was my beauty.
 Dec 2019 Sofie
sydney
bittersweet
 Dec 2019 Sofie
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 Jun 2019 Sofie
Penguin Poems
If want was water,
I would be drowning, my head under completely
and my oxygen quickly depleting.
If confusion was cold,
My fingers would be numb and I wouldn't even
have a coat to ward off the freezing.
If youth was you,
It would be slipping away by the second,
And I can't get a hold to stop it.
Now,
my air is gone,
I'm shivering to the bone,
and can't keep a hold on.
But, this is only a poem:
I know I'm not suffocating, subzero, or slipping.
But I can't help but feel like the more I write,
the farther I get from reality
and the closer I get to metaphor mortality.
 Jun 2019 Sofie
Amanda Francis
I fear that I feel too deeply.
When I feel nothing, I feel it completely.
 Jun 2019 Sofie
Jalisa Allycia
I love you more from a far. I love you more in theory.
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