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Reused and recycled, I gave my heart to you. Scratched and scarred, Oh, if you only knew, Stumbling in the dark, Without a clue. Cold and empty, So frozen it's blue. It doesn’t belong anymore, So I gave it to you. Reused and recycled, Maybe you can make it something new. Ana
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Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
REUSED AND RECYCLED
***** girls with lousy guys, drives me crazy Maybe you shouldn't feel too sorry. Old Sally, so **** good-looking but a pain in the *** "Oh, darling, I love you." "You're probably the only reason I'm in New York right now" I told her I loved her; it was a lie. felt like five hundred thousand years, looking at all the phonies. Ivey League guys with snobby voices, a witty bunch of actors drinking their tea and rubbernecks stand around to watch. I was a ******* wolf, just wondering for intellectual conversation. Someone, Anyone! Just give old Caulfield the time to spoil your evening because he's not sorry at all.
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
Spoiled apologies - found poetry
the rain wet floor the man with a birth mark in the shape of Pangea the backwards baseball cap the re-used meme the re-used meme the idea of “retro” cumulus clouds floating heavy & overhead all electrical goods just sitting on stand-by waiting the machines are waiting the blueprints that are 1mm out at right angles to the rest of the world neon lights flash downtown reflected on wet concrete arriving at a destination and not knowing how you got there my glasses leave an indentation on the side of my head my children are asleep and I can see the signs a new Netflix series that goes on for 125weeks – I have no stamina for this – the mundane beauty of a leisure centre the perfection of the shopping mall
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC
reused meme
Oh hell yes I do, I drag them from the past Plantings not followed through, rewriting them, at last Morsels that I dropped or threw, no insights gleaned or gained Lines in my mind, that grew, musings that remain Don't judge the intent or reasons, it's never easy to explain Changing with the seasons, something, I can't restrain Yeah, I have been dredging up old words, and recycling my lines Pouring over old accords, while paying higher fines
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
Brought forward