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poetry to me,
is that feeling when,
you can't sleep,
staring at the pages before me,
waking up in ink covered sheets.
 Nov 2019 Emma
 Nov 2019 Emma
how do we
when the "I" still exists.
 Nov 2019 Emma
Masha Yurkevich

is not a museum
for the good people.

It is a
for the broken.

 Nov 2019 Emma
Kafka Joint
Love is tough,
But my love
Is gentle and tender,
If it's still love.
 Nov 2019 Emma
ₜₕₑ wₒᵣₛₜ bₑₛₜ fᵣᵢₑₙd ₒf ₘᵢₙₑ
cₒₘₑₛ ₜₒ ₛₗₑₑₚₒᵥₑᵣₛ
bᵤₜ ₙₑᵥₑᵣ wₐₙₜₛ ₜₒ ₗₑₐᵥₑ ₜₕₑₘ
ₛₕₑ'ₛ ₒbₛₑₛₛₑd ₒᵥₑᵣ ₜₕₑ ₚₐₛₜ
ₜₐₗₖᵢₙg ₐbₒᵤₜ ₘₑₘₒᵣᵢₑₛ
bᵤₜ ₘₒₛₜₗy ₛₕₑ'ₛ qᵤᵢₑₜ
ₛₕₑ'ₛ ⱼᵤₛₜ ₜₕₑᵣₑ wᵢₜₕ ₘₑ
ᵢₜ dₒₑₛₙ'ₜ ₛₒᵤₙd ₛₒ bₐd
bᵤₜ wₕₑₙ ₛₕₑ ₗₑₐᵥₑₛ
ᵢ fₑₑₗ ᵣₑₗᵢₑf, ₗᵢₖₑ ᵢ cₐₙ bᵣₑₐₜₕₑ ₐgₐᵢₙ
ₐfₜₑᵣ ₐ ₗₒₙg ₜᵢₘₑ ᵢ gₐᵥₑ ᵤₚ
ₐₛₖᵢₙg ₕₑᵣ ₜₒ ₗₑₐᵥₑ

ₛₐdₙₑₛₛ   cₒₘₑₛ   ₐₙd    gₒₑₛ   ₐₛ   ₛₕₑ    ₚₗₑₐₛₑₛ
 Nov 2019 Emma
I've been the best friend,
the girlfriend,
the villain,
and the victim.
now I don't know who to become.
 Nov 2019 Emma
Quinn Adaire
I look in the mirror
And I don’t recognize
The pitiful little girl
Gazing back.

There is so much sadness
In her eyes
In these moments
When it’s just me and her
No one else there
No one I have to be happy for.
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