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 Jan 2020 Cyclone
Gabriel burnS
My eyes turn bulimic
Having devoured the world
They keep nothing
Except for the cure that is You
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 Jan 2020 Cyclone
B-rich
people say too much stuff
And sometimes they don’t say enough
Temporary feelings can be fleeting
Letting them go as quickly as they came
Finding the answer in each feeling
When will this begin and end

This has to be a sin
 Jan 2020 Cyclone
Tim
Your eyes are a mirror,
in them I was lost.
All I ever sought was you,
but the reflection I saw
was me I never knew.

— The End —