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Getting To Know You
Minutes ago, I was minding my own business, in the back of your mind, finding things to keep myself busy, little daydreams to pass the time and unwind all the questions we have about each other. I asked you about your favourite movies, as we moved through all the routines of romance, your hand finding…
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Growing From A Wasteland
Maybe it was meant to be, honestly, it’s so hard to tell, all roads have been taken off the map, I am walking with my eyes closed, running every now and then, inside a maze of my own making. Let the answers be clearer when dawn breaks, obvious and open, crystalline and closer, violet rain…
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Jennifer’s Only Happy When She’s Up on the Stage
The poetry I write says nothing to me about my life,because my life is preciously provincial,still doing the same routines, no matter how I age,writing the same stanzas again and again,chilling but charming,page after page,because it doesn’t matter what I say,my velvet voice makes it much more pleasant. She told me that I was her…
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Bored and Bruised
I am a spoiled, horrid brat in a hurry for hurried heartbeats. I want entertainment and enhancement, in any order, but never from someone who bores me, and I bore as easily as I bruise, breaking hearts and singing the blues, these are just the things I do, while I’m searching for something that will…