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Don't Exist Aug 2014
I don't care to see your struggle
as your endearment
puts me in a eternal ******* full of regret
where I continually desire the contraption
until you set me free

No longer will I be a slave to your affections
Your whispers clinging to my ears like paper clips
and your kisses, feeling like cheap post-its that falls like snowflakes

Keep such an endearment to yourself
So you can finally have a taste of your own self-worth
A simple poem

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