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T R S Oct 2019
I can't tell.

I tried.

But, well...

It's either a splinter of a crack pipe,
or whiskey glass, flacked and fracked about in my finger.



I can't smell.

I'd guess it's burgers.

Or ******.

It sounds so beautiful, it could even be Schroeder from peanuts.

I know I'm not new to this... But.
I brought noodles,
and I'm remiss out of how I should make me new.
Yara Aug 2020
Go
And when they smack you in the face
You go seek revenge
But then you will realize
That revenge is never looking back
Leaving them is courageous
Staying is a weak act

Then go
just go
Dont leave anything behind
Not your heart
Not your love
Not your plans

Broken pieces of your hearts
Wasted undeserved love
Wishful thoughts on your future
All should not be given up
All should not be flacked out

And if they ask
Be honest with what you want
And why all that had to happen

Then go
Just go
Smile to strangers
And wave to those who pass by
Any of these people
Might be better than who u thought would last. -Y.N

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