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I ran purple in the shampooHair,Bruised,I ranIt was blue this time,The overdue reinvention of my maskAnd will be fortified soon for some other,Faceles..
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For my best friend, Sarah
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The lavender whispersThat relief is long overdue,And listens to the fears that fester in my fingertipsIlluminating,In their ill disposition,A denial o..
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I evacuate the tracesOf a self-contained plagueFrom the places a thousand faces know well;They think,A lot, too,About the dust that gathers upon the c..
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accidentally dropping our illusion
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The truth is hard to tell, in all honesty
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A bunch of thoughts that my fingers arranged on the screen
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A poem, about pieces of things that get all smushed up together
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The hourglass breaks and sets our souls into the unknown, mending itself for the next day - we remain within it, lessons for the learning, roses in ou..
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I forgot the significance of forgotten places in a much missed wardrobe, of faces in the lines of books that created spaces in my consciousness. I rem..
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