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My tears aren’t your trophy,My madness your medal to display;Pull up a seat and watch me waste awayIn your pride’s entropy--Just wanted a ..
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I give an inch,You give an excuse--I give a breath,You give the noose--I give my last, You give your worst--I give the tinder,You give the torch--I g..
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Writing about a little self-harm for a little self-love.
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Her skin is the color of peaches and cream,A sweet tint with a sensual taste--Her hair falls in dark chocolate waves,Though she’s always preferr..
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I stole the fruit from the twigThen brought it to my lips;I tasted Heaven in a cherry tree,But he seeked the fruit of my kiss.Expecting sweet and succ..
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A nude shade is a woman’s bane--What use do I have for a tintNo more colorful than my own skin? Nude.Whether stick or stain, it is meantTo adorn..
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Written for a writing contest, in which the prompt was "embarrassment."
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Graduation is just a few weeks away!
---a series of haikus to celebrate.
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Using the senses...
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Rocking chairs and wicker seatsOutline the old front porch;Chips of paint from boards and panesBlanket the old front porch�"No better debr..
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