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Inspired by The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.
She is the greatest wonder.
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Once drowning it hurts to even look.To take a quick glance, tip my hat.Give the rain to your nose.i've got a parade in my bones,Rattling like a broken..
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Small steps. Small
people,
With brisk as the bloom
blue kites
Tied to the hands of
the hemisphere.
So cold, the movement
of icicl..
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We used to build dreams, towering projections that reached the Milky Way, paper cut outs that covered every corner of the horizon, and painted rocks t..
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Fingerprints smudged on creamy walls, wilted sunflowers hung dry on my heart
Eroding day by day, burnt petals spinning inside my stomach like wild hu..
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Through the mirror of the fisheye lense
I see a world so shattered and so broken
A tarnished polaroid print, hanging on my sweater sleeve.
But the ..
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In the alley their sits the shadow of a broken man,
With his hands in his head, tears streaming down his face,
He holds a pocket watch in his heart..
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Roaming in the vast forest, storm of love on the way.
Tiny rocks under our bare feet, lavender breeze in our faces,
Like school children we chase on..
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He was a feeling good flower, a raspberry tea shower
With the fragrance of wet grass, and an old beat up car
He was velvet blue, a..
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Wayfarer sunglasses, forest rich eyes squinting in the sunlight.
Hands in pockets, smile to the side.
Ray of sunshine, the reason for sentiment in l..
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