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Lydia Apr 2017
If I had a car and $100, you would never see me again
One day late, whoops!
Lydia Apr 2017
If I had a car and $100, you would never see me again
One day late, whoops!
chimaera Apr 2017
slithered
harangue,

crow's nest's
caveat:

quo warranto,
Echo,
obliquity weaver...
10 w
Day Apr 2017
Do I say I love you, ...
to hear it back?
Idiosyncrasy Apr 2017
I shut the world out
*Before you became my world.
Okay again. Sorry. (+1)
17/30
shåi Apr 2017
a poet
acts as a mirror,
an instrument
to cast
a translucent reflection
not one's own sentiment
but upon
the kaleidosopic realities
of the world

(b.d.s.)
be the light you want to see...
Blah blah Apr 2017
In those silenced nights, I inaudibly screamed through words.
When my feelings are too lame. When my thoughts are too stupid.
When insanity is their cause and insanity is what they explain.
I write.
Atoosa Apr 2017
your words
CANNOT melt me
but
CAN make me angry
Not for much longer.....you will soon lose any power you once had over me.......your reign of pain has ended.
Blah blah Apr 2017
You challenge my love by loving her the way i love you.
And i can stand you not loving me. But i can't stand you loving her. Its breaks me to see you look at her the way i look at you.
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