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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Boys are like fingerprints, each guy identifies me in their own way. From the boy that sings his way out of a situation or when he tells you your beautiful when you look your worse. Or maybe its the way that his smile stretches across his face with his dimple implanted at the end.  Or the young...
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    Words get twisted with my own tornado of emotions. With you arguments are as common as the amount of weed smoked in your system.  I told you that trust was a big factor and you played it like a string on my own pity violin.  Maybe the weed didnt kill your brain cells, it killed your heart....
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      Disasters of romantic past lovers leave no room for me Your incapable of love  Your affection reflects off the same walls that close in our love  my love Keeping me alive in a fantasy of my own  I hope for a future with you Suffocated kisses and mix signals leave me gasping for...
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    His pants pulled up to his waist, snap and zipper. He was out the door in a matter of minutes according to the clock on the dirty motel wall. Sandi grabbed the money off of the bible from the nightstand. The spit of another man covered her body from another night, one more set of handprints left on ...
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    minutes on the wall count up, early hours of the morning. tears slide down my checks You were taken away too soon. Hugging you for protection, I was safe. Tears slide down my check, memories Your blue eyes A smile filled with empty spaces were teeth once stood. Late nights tied into smores...
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    My mother is as strong as the pit of an avocado. I watched as she planted her feet in the wet cement, while my father mocked her parenting skills. Despite his harmful words I never once saw a tear fall. He had to manage every situation. When he came, we would play a game called Family Bonding. ...
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    my four brown baries hold her secrets together. she hasn't stepped in here since the last week in July. she's afraid of her own room. I remember seeing everything: the way his hands travled over her body's boundries. Wanting to help but the book shelves weighing me down like the pre...
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    Lies stain your teeth like your cigarette pack of bad habits. A little girl wondering where her daddy was, then being told he’s “busy” or getting ignored completely . You couldn’t blame a girl for thinking the worse when she’s always been trailed behind your addictions from day one. R...
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    Have you ever heard the cliche “One sip won’t hurt?” The people who say this don’t know who they are telling to take a sip or how they will act, because with some people that one sip hurts them and the people around them. I can trace back all the way to when I was four years old on Hal...

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