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this poem is me1.this poem is me
I started this poem at midnight with cigarette smoke choking my skin
and the outside air clogging up
my cold lungs.
The damp floor stole my seat, so I just stood in the dark looking up.
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I see nothing-ness, just black with the occasional pale yellow moon clambering into my view. I like how eyelashes curl upwards
and the blue of your irises, but that doesn’t matter, not now everything has squeezed into shadow.
And the clouds - well they just hold onto happy things, letting go of the ugly
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by ~inmyroom
you in between my vampires.He stood in the doorway and said nothing. "It didn't mean shit," I said.you in between my vampires.
--- My heart stepped into the center of my collar. Not choking, just basked there as a pulsating proof that I was, in fact, surprised. It was just a glimpsed and you were not the reason I was there. The reason I was there was old and brown coffees. Yet I crept near your seat. My heart was a dark smog pit now. Dance with me, I thought.
I breathed deeply, as hard as I would if I was taking life. I couldn't remember your smell, but I thought this was good enough. But I thought that there would be no more skidmark
by ~sweet-sangria
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