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"Satan's Shop"A Poem by Dmitempt me gorgeousdevil's childfreckles golddamn she's wildsugared strawberrywet stick hydesoft pink, give melips that shinelove your lookI'm your type.. |
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"Chocolate French Braid"A Poem by Dmistood near the taxi lane hailing a cab, when she whistled taking the next one away,looked to see who, would be brazen enough, saw high heels rocking a.. |
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"You, Yourself and Sam"A Poem by Dmicatalogs of time are tracking life's inherent misses, separating good from bad means living with the differenceblinded isn't likely when your eyes are.. |
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"Oil Can Mascara"A Poem by Dminever met until that night, street food speaking spanish,you were out just like all of us but your smile said you can’t have me,words rolled off.. |
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"Purplish Blue Lifeless Hue"A Poem by DmiWhat of a dark past that over casts your view, let it go, let it fly away, those floaty black balloons,A string clinched to strongly, strung along fol.. |
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"Paper Mâché Mask"A Poem by Dmieyes blinking start to open, take one deep breath in the wide open, before feeling around to put that mask on for the day,all melancholy mornings can .. |
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Heart served with ShandyA Poem by Dmithe rumor that's told is she snacks on men's soul's, mid-morning eats heart served with shandysurely she sees that it's his blood that streams from he.. |
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FriendA Poem by DmiThis is one of those poems I've been thinking about writing for awhile now but I hadn't found the right time yet. Tonight felt like as good a night a.. |
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Lil Mz. MaryA Poem by DmiThe poem says it all I hope |
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Heads Or TailsA Poem by Dmisearching within himself, he lives restless, blank, and lonesomeoutside he's vain, sporting baggie eyes, dapperly dressed in his mourningmemories poin.. |
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Every Day SinceA Poem by DmiI’ve struggled surviving without you split to long ago every day since so why does tonight feel like then again the first night s.. |
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This GirlA Poem by DmiJust a fun random write about no one in particular. Put this together tonight and kinda dig it. |
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A Clockwork OrangeA Poem by Dmistarted roughthe same way, each day, torn to pieces, still owing life big-time began early in the morningforever screwedthey'd write another check out.. |
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