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HoneybeesI could write an entire poem / about the way it felt like a million honeybees buzzing around my insides when you'd grab my arm as I walked past you / and how it felt like each and every one of them stung me when you stopped noticing when I walked past you

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#chromoWe used to be XY and XX. / We had it going. / The alphabet had purpose and biology was preparing to do the right thing.

@miss-clofullia6

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UntitledMorphine & Cola, Mrs. I can't believe I told you this is, so exacerbating I Can't sleep; even this weather riles inside me as we weep. There wasn't Anything that'd have shown you. There hasn't been a single sprout of Showmanship, or the erstwhile philanthropy that needers' raise their Eyebrows to and to. This is the degree we know it. The subtle afterglow With everything that you've known, and while the snow settles on your Window sill. While winter rime binds its ice to the wheat, and every soft Little seedling sewn, whispers its final sentences before autumn while it Drifts itself to sleep. There were the cards and the faces of Jacks among Aces, places uplifted by China dishes of porcelain overflowing, like Tencel in socks, woven into the pockets of trousers. Where does the Mischief go while it certainly isn't ours, and the dandy light across your Temple bares a gleam. / Some things are enriching, but yet too sordid to stare at. While the game Is enriching, the pain is too much to bear, and whether in vain or Undressing, the likes of you, make these lips of mine much softer against Your finger tips. Tips of fingers, petals of flowers, baskets of fresh bread Baked with wheat flour- follow the noon bird, fancy a sit by a brook, and Listen for the whistle-less, whistling of a rook. / Grey is quite golden too. Like the same tencel that I've used, or the silken Web treated to a loom, like lightning bugs out for an early dance on the Afternoon. Seldom as moss on sidewalk path or the pangs of laughing Heart at mass. What does the new bird bring? The bride of this coming Spring? For every sugarcube we taste, we save ourselves from second Base. Dr. Narrod with a gentle touch, the inspection you love so much. The gentle morsels smoothed upon the hand. The girl-like woman with Her ewe-like lamb. "For all of you who wanted them 808s, can you feel that motherfucking bass. For all of those who wanted them 808s, can you feel that motherfucking bass. I like the way you move."

@martin-narrod30

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Guardian Angels**"I wonder if guardian angels cry when they see it all play out; / and as they stand with their hands tied, / do they cry out loud?"**

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You, now (10 w)"If not you, / then who? / If not now,

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Because nothing imprisons you more than nicotine (10 w)Something ironic about dreaming of freedom while smoking a cigarette.

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blind sidedBlind sided / Literally / In the blink of an eye

@serendipity-lee-115

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13/07/2014I thought I was getting better / Months flew by that only felt like days / and I don't cry when I think of you anymore

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Beauty in Even the Worst of ThingsNo one truly knows how you feel except you, / but who knows what tomorrow will bring? / When life is beating you black and blue;

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AngelsAngles / By The XX off their album Coexist / Light reflects from your shadow

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I don't know what to write about anymoreStop replaying that night when you drank too much and said the wrong things and kissed the wrong person. / Stop wishing you could take back the words you said in the fight that ended things for good. / Stop wishing you had gotten better grades in high school instead of taking up a habit that you still haven't broken 5 years later.

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How Medusa Seduced Prince CharmingO Prince Charming, you are such a Romeo tonight! let's not stop at ugly, I would rather be hideous, loathsome, and offensive. perhaps I could have a terrible stench as well? O reply to your Medusa, she of scaly, clawed feet, voice like a terrible cawing harpy, let me not go into further detail, my fountain pen is nearly out of ink...

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Little lambSilence little lamb, / Stop crushing your own soul. / Go achieve your goals,

@PuffinBuddaha13

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