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UntitledThis is the white light you've heard about, the one you're supposed to see at the end of the tunnel.
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Jan 21, 2021
Sacrifical LambWas it ever real? / The way we felt about that person? / Or was it a projection of something we need
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Sep 21, 2019
Imaginary GirlI feel as if I'm a fluid. / I have no real meaning, other than to follow the current or to fit into
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Dec 19, 2016
The Tale of the Whiskey Dipped FlowerEvery poem I wrote, / I wrote for you; / To try and erase / The wounds you left. / Today / I am writ
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Aug 31, 2016
PrayerLet my arms only ever be for holding. / Let me live with open hands, / Let the skin on my palms stay
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Apr 18, 2016
FireplacesThe cold is playing gently / With the hairs on my head, / Letting me know that it is coming / For me
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Apr 18, 2016
Ocean HeartI keep seeing myself running towards his arms / And crashing into his chest / Like a wave spilling o
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Sep 29, 2015
LimbsI will severe the arms that know not / How to hold you / And replace them with wings / That will tea
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Aug 20, 2015
Symptom SongsThis is the song / That makes you cry every time, / The one you play on repeat / To punish yourself.
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Jul 11, 2015
UntitledYou may have took my ability to belong to a person / And cracked it in half / But I'm better at blee
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Jun 17, 2015
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