Category: Poetry
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I cried for nothing last night.
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Tipping Catch it up frontSplit-second eye contactSo much stuffedIn two tiny orbs True person comes throughReacts to youSlips through your fingersBecomes someone else Ditches of painLittle space in-betweenBreath held for […]
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Soft is hard to come by.
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The poem is a hot-air balloon.
