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Yazad Tafti Oct 2022
when bruises turn to cuts
and cuts turn to wounds
and wounds turn into lovers leaving too soon

when ill doings turn to trouble
and trouble turns to joy
the cringing smile on an officer who's punishment deploys

when you i see a star
and in your eyes i see the moon
but i look down at my chest to see a knifing harpoon

and when lovers turn to dust and
dust sprays along the moon
it will always be your station
to that frequency i will tune
love
Apparicious May 2017
He held on
But not to her
She fell straight to the ground
Feeling lost and hurt

She loved
He hated
Everything that was in her head
But yet still laid with her in bed

He hated everything she wanted to be
She was blind
By love that wasn't give back in return

A rose died that day
Along with her love
She took it all back
He never realized it yet
I wrote this thinking about a couple of things from the past.

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