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Every time I write a line I take some more space I create a limb A jaw I am hollow And fainted in real world I create myself Only in poetry.

Your words were violent I flinched It happens often in the city I am used to it.

I have a jack daniel's And a pack of cigarettes labeled boredom On my table.

You wanted money and fame. To you I was an obstacle on the way. You threw me away like an withered flower. Knives went well on your hands. You&r..

If I explained you my life choices You would not understand I do I will not try to explain I followed my heart What was true to my soul.

You are my sunny days You are my muse Yet you come like a coffee without sugar And cigarettes Enjoyable But never enough You leave me longing fo..

It is april. The roses glow under the sun.

Staying under water. I had grown that natural attachment. Any time in the surface. I naturally made my way underneath. It felt better to my skin.

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