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 Dec 2017 Quincy
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12.21.17
 Dec 2017 Quincy
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the blood
it starts to trickle
but i don't care
not anymore
in fact
i ache for it
i ache for the pain
i ache for that little bit of feeling
it is no longer self harm
 Oct 2017 Quincy
A Thomas Hawkins
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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