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How can they understand?The words that flow off the tongue and flick off the teethAre not some scheme to get rich.Im not in some garage band looking f..
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She was glass.All day she walked through the halls,But no one saw her.I might not have noticed unlessThe light hit off her at that one moment,Blinding..
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BlackTip toe up the stairs the little mouse runs.He runs for fun.Sneaking sliding thought the holes of rotting wood.Faster than he thought he could.He..
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"What do you look for in a girl?"I shrug, and lean back. A lazy smirk rested casually on my lips. "I like their hands," I say, winking. Jonah rolls hi..
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Polished:I watchHorribly helplessHe sifts in his seat, mortifiedYet his cheeks show no blushHis ears no tinge of redInstead he picks offThe black poli..
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CouchIt wasn't special.It's cushions are cracked by an overweight man spending long, countless hours on it, moving.The fabric on it's legs were torn b..
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Her:Her voiceShrill and strained and sickly sweet.A false emotion, all day, everyday.Her thanksShort, court, two words.A simple routine, no more, no l..
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The Hunt:A lottery with very slim chances.Fake smiles but knowing glances.Eyes glow at night.Whispers fly with a feathers weight,Yet still weighed dow..
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It was just a subtle kissA swift brush of the lipsAnd if unpreparedIt was easy to be missedBut a spark he lit in meAnd a forest fire it would beBut I ..
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Bubbling, burning, with balled up fistsclenched jaws and hatred kissed.Rolled eyes that fuel the fire,choking smoke rises higher and higher.metallic t..
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