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the love of my life
slipped;
out of my fingertips,
swiftly,
between:
drugs,
money,
women-
slipped,
fast.
Beyond the black skies,
that..
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Behindlight crashing waters,where creatures roam beyond,stood a small space,two residents,intertwined to one,for a short while.Playful exhilaration,in..
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You've tied my noose,beyond the rope and strings,a perfect knot,crafted for the devils,that lay beneath my bed.Stood behind the demons,with face paint..
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Selena,I’m not sure,what to do with you.While black stained glass,lays beneath our feet,in Celon,on West 40th,and we toast to nothingness,and ev..
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Broken hearts are worse than death
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Rose,
undying insenserity,
stems through a blossom,
where I met you.
Through thorns that struck,
one
by
one,
each word,
puncturi..
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Love is love,
until love,
is necrotic;
An ugly wound,
the grim reaper,
lays beside,
and repairs,
with foolproof stitches.
Love is love,
..
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Soft spoken verse,
glides effortlessly,
like russian blood,
on concrete walls,
a 1917 love story.
To generously,
lose faith in one’s ey..
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I’m alone and standing on the edge of the golden gate bridge,
please come home with me.
We can bathe in the warm banks of the river,
to be ..
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Lain in charcoal colored sheets,
under cries from the upstairs neighbors.
Darling so naive,
at the Independence Harbor,
over the river,
formatt..
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