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In the style of To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell.
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The ghost of our town is never at ease,For death, disaster, hate and disease;They lurk, they pry in the darkest of placesAnd leaves only pain, while t..
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Poetry adaptation of the recent and brilliant Disney film
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And then you kissed me,
The taste of last nights cigarettes and whiskey on your
skin.
Memories of cold breath..
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You want to know what I’m really like?I’m a geode. I am an open geode.To understand who I am, I need to be broken.I have been broken; I ha..
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I search for something,Some light to shed on the misery. The darkness encompasses me,Constricting around my chest.Sometimes is it hard to breathe, ..
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As shadows dance under streetlights of Newcastle,So do my memories of you.Sunlight bounds over pebbles and rock,I remember sunshine and seaside getawa..
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They say too many cooks spoil the broth,That space can get clustered too easily.My place of happiness is one not too farFrom my place of rest and my s..
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In the end,You are the only one who can save yourself
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I pierce the flesh that holds me,Like love notes inked in blood.We never thought we’d end up here,We never knew we could.
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