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Karisa Brown Oct 2018
I'm death defyed by you
Your warm skillet
Of afterthoughts
And tongues

The sweet taste of
Teardrop and bubblegum
The *** from the nurses
Cabinet

The stairwell
We had a good habit

Only to lash out
Of many times like this
When I kiss the cheek
Of a monster
And steer down
A road less inhibbited

One we want to know again
One that taste of teardrops and sin
And fun nights of running
With guns down
the streets of Adalie

And once again
We find this bliss
Somewhere between
Heaven and who gives a ****

Where the stars kiss our toes
And wine fills our holes
From valinquished unrelinquesed love

Replaced by sweet current aftertaste
Trying to perfect this flow
Is a hell of who knows
Why must I travel down it again alone
JIN Feb 2018
Everyone glanced at her as if she were debris
Residue, that would never go away
Determined to go to an association but other mentality doubts
Her mother always told her "They don't care about how much you know until they know how much you care."
But the girl never achnoledged her mother
The girl thought her heart was unclean
Every moment was nonexistent
As if nothing was happening at all...
Her life had turned around, once acceptable to imperceptible
Pessimistic was she, as the world defyed her
Air was thick like wood as she held the last thing influential to her.
She swallowed the multitude of tablets all at once, trying to ignore the ****** taste
As she layed down and reflected her whole life
Happiness, tragedy, faith, expectations, achievement, ambition....
Lost in a nameless sea of faces, she exhaled her last breath in a silent scream
The world never knew her, not even her name
Despite her appearance or world of shame
Youth 're reconized her after her pass
Everyone gathered even her oppressors
Grief sorrow and misery were current
Her mother was right
Everyone cared because they knew....

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