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Pepe. He was just a photojournalist when I first met him. Little did I know of the intense night he would give me afterwards.
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Yesterday I went over at E's place. He began telling me how there had been fire at his pan whilst he was cooking. I sat at his sofa admiring the warmt..
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I have come to a point where I envy
a story teller
A short poem
I used to write
But my hands are dry
And I envy those who embrace the muse every ..
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I was staying in one of those days,
Where you just saw misused lips and teeth,
That refused to turn the light,
Back as protesting.
Use for what we..
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You heated me up
you set my soul at peace today
your company is wrapping me up as a warm pullover
as I take this coffee after our sex.
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With ink i want to paint on my skin,
To mark there all my little burning loves,
But wait,
They are so much,
So
What to choose,
A silhouette gi..
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The Boy With Waterfall Hair
The boy with waterfall hair.
I liked it.
I felt for this sight.
He grabbed my attention.
I could see it all,
His ha..
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My Place To Escape
There is a place where i escape everyday.
I meet there strange creatures.
I depict them by myself.
They are made of ashes, of ..
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The Shadow Of My Mind
You torn pieces of my body.
You put concrete on my skin.
Now i am trying to make it up,
To see what went wrong.
Ineeded to..
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He is divided in so many things right now,
Following his thousands of impulses in him.
I feel, I am that body that, as long as he is going further..
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