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I am the war she talks about
We don’t talk about our dark days. Of all earth’s lush night plant life, you choose to call the girl with war in her mouth
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We don’t talk about our dark days. Of all earth’s lush night plant life, you choose to call the girl with war in her mouth
Say her name Burned to death for speaking out Placing seeds of doubt Telling it like it is Say her name Burned alive for speaking
The windows never concealed the openness unless it was tinted, The thoughts never disappeared until it was painted. Painted with the love that was once
He decided to write her…. Dear Sweets, I never thought the time we shared could be so little, yet your image is still vivid in
I went to the waters, Salty myself, Saw a line, Between the seas and heavens, And thought to myself- Maybe, maybe That is where we
How beautiful would it be, If you remember, That I don’t like milk in my tea. And that my favorite poem Is Donne’s ” The
Abid swerved into the driveway, putting the car into park. Now for any other day, his brother Jaber would have taken it easy knowing that
The world is despicable, Yet the mind is cruel. Pain comes from the mind, Cruel thoughts come from the mind And with that Scars are
With a heart heavier than the dress she wore that day, she walked up to the beautifully adorned stage that awaited to glow as she
The narrow door opens As the wide door shuts. No portal is accessible For wanted success. Toil, as you might, Research, yearn, sweat, All spent
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