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#caramell poems

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i seei see drops of water tracing the lines of your hair-- / it's like you're crying but you're happy and

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Substance AbuseIs substance abuse that grim: / the instant I use you lights dim / like they want my muse to trim /

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a lot to sayIf I showed you a still from a Wes Anderson film / I'm sure you'd probably have a lot to say-- / a m

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if we could only dancewe wouldve waltzed then and there... / the sky and its thousand eyes / would bear witness to that sp

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High Octane OXTI know what makes your burn / It's the dim of a moonlit night / and the saunter of lips up hills and

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park bench witnessshe's a park bench witness / to my marked French kisses / and her pulchritude pulls me to say / not

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I still miss herlike night misses day / It’s the feeling you get / when your eyes can't wait / to see the blessed su

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some say i think of you too muchsome say i think of you too much / but so long as overdose on thoughts of you is a ways away, / ill

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lovely dayyou'd lie on my lap / with nothing much to say / and there i'd bend / to meet your wandering gaze...

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To Be Uncertaini hate being uncertain about certain things / especially so when it's 'em hurtin things / but as a w

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going homewhy do i still feel that hanging sadness / from when night falls on our shoulders to coax a "bid far

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late stagei'm still in love; despite the occasional madness, / i am in love. even if time opens a cavern benea

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die togetheris it just me / or is the thought of shared death / a truly romantic affair? / and i don't mean / to

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your smiledo you know how much my eyes crave a mouthful of that simple smile? / if only video could spell emot

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Chet BakerI don't think you know I used to listen to Chet Baker. / He's likely sung me to sleep once or twice

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I SWEARi swear we're rarely at ease / with the way we push doors to new experiences / kissing on public pro

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ive fallen asleep to thoughts of youbecause they hit like heroin on a friday night. / when my blanket has had enough of reassuring my an

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nine months inthe ill-tempered autumn wind does little to sway an evergreen / whose timber column rings thus of do

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many moons from now...I wonder whether we'd see ourselves / on a dainty handheld hologram / stuck between bookends / with

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