"What? Fuck off, but you still write poetry."
"That`s called a paradox."
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- sometimes skulls are thick and sometimes hearts ar...
- that's how you look to me
- if the whiskey doesn't kill me along with those me...
- the minutes went by on tiptoe with fingers to thei...
- november twenty-second, 1963.
- there's twenty-four parts in a day that divide me ...
- don't hide your face in your hands like your eyes ...
- accidental cigarette burns
- is this stuff really poetry
- No title
- people don't like the winter but i crave it now it...
- aphasia is the loss of ability to speak, or unders...
- i still can't help but fill my time with those fuc...
- and they say we'll be kings and queens you and me ...
- a girl named Etcetera
- you've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my...
- november 11th
- a series of unusual words that i've tucked away
- while everyone wants to join the fight
- this one time there was a boy and girl who were st...
- what a romantic
- BUY ME THIS FUCKING BIKE
- i paraphrased a bit but he spoke pure truth
- and laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness
- boys like girls more than girls will ever know.
- I guess this means winter is here now.
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