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unnamed Mar 2020
Eyes are bloodshot staring at the alcoholic LEDs,
It would be impossible to rip them off of
The angelic glaze slathered on the screen.
Tears streaming on a face fixed for a permanent smile.
Can’t scream, not s’pposed to.
The eyes are taking in sips of wood alcohol
Littered with food coloring to make it seem like bourbon.
They know it’s not,
The burns all the same.
Eyes sleepless and fried while the screen fries itself.
Maybe it's time to shut them
i spend too much time on my computer lol
Sara Mar 2020
since lies are sweet
and the truth is bitter
i'm not surprised
i liked you better
solana Mar 2020
i like space.
just a thought i had to share, i guess.
:))
Jieun Feb 2020
i make poems
i type and i type
hoping one day I'll  be known
and my talents will be acknowledged and shown
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