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Take a lookAt the inside of my cheeks:They’re scarred and tornFrom the clenching and gnashing of teeth.Chewed tissue hangs like the tattered sai..
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We grasp desperately for each other's hands, arms outstretched across the hollow, foggy abyss of superficial interactionsand an existential pointlessn..
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A poem about being at the end of childhood, on the brink of adulthood, on the verge of beginning your independent life, not knowing whether you'll sin..
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Inspired from a local art gallery opening I recently went to.
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Cut me open and pluck the strings of my vital harp: Each word an incision- your tongue is razor-sharp. See the love in my eyes? It belies each mise..
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The little cube of ice in my palm, So fragile, so brief Is melting too quickly for my desperate heart to keep up Slippery, diminishing, It dissolv..
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all the weight of a simple sigh can carry so much more than words, words that will never be realized.
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a symbolic piece~
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A poem about the changing of the seasons, about lost youth and ambitions, about becoming stagnant.
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The way people treat trivial objects such as a juice box is often how people treat their relationships...
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