Thisismythearpy
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First kissA Poem by ThisismythearpyA poem about my first kiss. It's hard to understand since you all weren't there but dang, you know you're depressed when you cry over your own poetry. |
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Working handsA Poem by ThisismythearpyWhat I think when looking at my hands. |
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Our jacketA Poem by Thisismythearpyp.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px 'American Typewriter'; color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke: #00000.. |
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The loadA Poem by ThisismythearpyAbout carrying weights from trauma. |
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Hospital visitA Poem by ThisismythearpyNot sure if I was making a poem or what. It's just a rambling note in my phone. True story though. |
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Another cup of coffeeA Poem by ThisismythearpyWhy I drink coffee late at night these days |
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BriefA Poem by ThisismythearpyA very short poem |
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DyingA Poem by ThisismythearpyJust how I am slowly dying to an extent. Pretty complicated stuff. I don't like this poem, but I use this place to let stuff out a lot. |
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GoodbyeA Poem by ThisismythearpyExtremely short . |
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Glass eyesA Poem by ThisismythearpyWhen your eyes are always glassy and it seems like people avoid you for it. |
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