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jaded eyes
every drop of tear,every ounce of ocean i spilled from my tarry eyes;it dispersed into a rainbow. a thousand shades of a tapestry reflecting my tragedy in vain.a marvelous hue to the sinless eyes that imparts a divine ecstacy.my smell embedded in the atmosphere but how was i not aware you were only an alluvium…
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astronomy in autumn
he laid a flower on my lap, it was almost wilted and bruised but he said it was still a flowerand it looked pretty; pretty like me. i put a bandied upon the scar on his hand. he smiled, i did too. then we looked up at the pure august sky as i kept my…
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the idea of loving you in ‘almosts’
i bought that empty bookyou once picked up in a storeand said it looked pretty.i almost never write anything in itmaybe it’s too beautifulthat i might ruin itor maybe becausei am just too shallowto ever fully fabricatea way out of the labyrinth within me.now there’s blood in my mouthbecause i have been bitingthe inner of…
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Random piece from my journal
I take care of myself the way I once used to take care of the minds that I ought to be in love with. I place flowers next to my bed and hang the brand new canvasses up the wall. I do so many things, to make myself feel better and feel happier, understanding that…
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