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  Dec 2014 Veronica
David Ehrgott
Evening is a poem
tangible intangible
infinite moments
  Dec 2014 Veronica
Anthony Caceres
I used to come home to you
Lay my head on your lap
As you tell me about your long nap
And the dreams of shining morning dew

We used to talk about going to the beach
Running around in the sand
Maybe starting a band
Our love was as stubborn as a leach

After a long day
I used to come home to you
Now I come home to a bottle of brew
and the largest field of grey
I don't know where this comes from, I've never felt this kind of love. Nor have I lost it.
Veronica Dec 2014
Pink sugared candies, crimson cherries, sweet angels.
They are magical creatures with eyes that can pierce through concrete.
Baby faces, ***** lips, caramel apples with a toxic core.
They are roses that smell just as sweet even after they have been cut,
they have thorns like razor blades.
They are chest pains, beautiful lullabies.
They are lovely nightmares.
Had this in my phone for a while. This is how I describe girls.
  Dec 2014 Veronica
vamsi sai mohan
The ability to recreate every moment you live and
imbue it with something as unique as "you" itself...
The absolute involvement with every moment of your life brings a great level of insight into life...
  Dec 2014 Veronica
kaycog
You know, if you replete a word over and over, it won't sound the same
And this holds true with everything
Except for your name
  Dec 2014 Veronica
Hayleigh
I had no idea what I was looking for, I just knew that you were it.
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