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Nobody Jun 2019
Dulling cultivation of thoughts surround me as i limp in agony. Pushing me as far as ive pushed those who meant something to me. Did i protect them from myself destructive temperament or use it as an excuse too.
Cant do this anymore.
Poetic T May 2019
Our love was like nicotine
       a water logged ash tray.

Used and addictive,
          but then I quit you.

And realised that even though
      I wasn't really dependent
                 on you just, the taste of lies.

But we all grow up and tastes change.
a madwoman's bra fit entirely a flaw as
a greenbrier there she needn't to true but
to her on this roof by the stream then on
the way with her wickedness in boots
as she reverberates mountains upon her
stockings and lively spirit exhibited by taut
*** and misnomer of any malcontented rap
a rap in speed and dire circumstances

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