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Brown eyes recede in space
Medallion catches the light
The moon speaks in riddles
When it meets that stare
Its glow paints the canvas
Of tha..
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Written about...5 years ago. I lost it with many others from a notebook that got away from me somehow. I recently found the rough draft scribbled on s..
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Patience in disguise is always hard to find
Remnants crumbling,
Words are fumbling
Sinking memories cry
Why is she this way? Won't Patienc..
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To, all the beautiful women I unacquaintedly know, and will someday never know:
Someday, someone, will love you more than me
Someday, somewhere, s..
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Another old one. Sad memories. Kinda deep. But good.
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Her throat is a fire, she thaws my tongue
Her skin is palatable and I've been stricken
Her fangs graze my heart
there are no more beats, but onl..
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Maybe I'm the pretentious one. Oh well, okay...
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