#whiter - Hello Poetry

If swords, in fun, Go on the run, We’ll no doubt find There’s only one. And rip, it must, In adult lust, The tender youth, With poisoned rust. And youth returns: The friction burns - The bag of bones - No age concerns. And both alone - The sock of bone, The sated man - The broken home. If swords, in fun, Go on the run, We’ll no doubt find There’s only one.

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Mar 22, 2021

Mar 22, 2021 at 7:04 AM UTC

JohnBacchus

Untitled

If swords, in fun, Go on the run, We’ll no doubt find There’s only one. And rip, it must, In adult lust, The tender youth, With poisoned rust. And youth returns: The friction burns - The bag of bones - No age concerns. And both alone - The sock of bone, The sated man - The broken home. If swords, in fun, Go on the run, We’ll no doubt find There’s only one.

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If the tip of your nose freezes on the walk home tonight, embrace the pain. Don't wish it away. It just means that your nerves still have endings your skin is thick enough your body isn't pretending it still gives a f***.

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Feb 7, 2020

Feb 7, 2020 at 12:51 AM UTC

tread_lightly

Hours in the Snow

If the tip of your nose freezes on the walk home tonight, embrace the pain. Don't wish it away. It just means that your nerves still have endings your skin is thick enough your body isn't pretending it still gives a f***.

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Of your eyes, It's a magic. Innocent voice, It's a passion. Whiter lies, It's a trick.

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Feb 8, 2016

Feb 8, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC

Atul

Magic

Of your eyes, It's a magic. Innocent voice, It's a passion. Whiter lies, It's a trick.

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