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"equivocated" poems
Meritoral fingers Priceless faces Like 'marzipan' food Reminisce joy that caused vent All mouths equivocated threat Lad and lass groan Like bouts era ~~Adam u Garko~~~
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
2015 Nigeria
When you've been hurt over and over again it's easy to know what you don't want. You don't want to be woken up at night with the sound of music blasting and a drunk man stumbling in, you don't want to have to deal with his anger. The pain is something that you have decided to leave in your past. Emotionally you are scarred so as to never fall for a man like him ... just like your mother did ... But when this new man came into your life, you let him in. He didn't have the gut from drinking because he didn't drink. He didn't break your heart when you were young. He wasn't your dad. But when pain came into your life again, it didn't look the same. This one had locks and held your body like it was made of glass. You thought it meant because he believed you were delicate but it was really because you could be recycled. Never in your life had you equivocated yourself to trash but isn't that what he made you feel like. And they wonder why you can be so hard and heartless; it's because of little boys like him "who's only tool that they use is the sword that they swing" Darling your value was never meant to be determined by another man. You are priceless. You have galaxies in your eyes so who cares if he didn't give you the world you gave yourself the whole **** universe. So pick up your pieces, put yourself back together and hold onto your happiness. These feelings are just visitors after they've stayed for a while, let them go.
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 7:38 PM UTC
Let Them Go
Meritoral fingers Priceless faces Like 'marzipan' food Reminisce joy that caused vent All mouths equivocated threat Lad and lass groan Like bouts era ~~Adam u Garko~~~
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC
Nigeria 2015