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poetry by the new me. proper credits keep the current flowing! @uknowhim

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canvas on your face, there lies a peace. with your brows, as brown as bees. on your cheeks, petunias squeak. on your temples, the moon grows. on your skin, fairies spin. on your nose, the world knows. on your lips, oh, honey drips. love chuckles, and leans in close.

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vizag i went to the beach and watched the sea and broke a sandcastle, that no one made for me.
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windfall throughout my life, along the way, the trees have been waving, and nodding their heads at me, it's only just now, that i'm noticing.
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asleep not every love smells, of cheese and cakes. not every love asks, to keep you awake. some loves do ask, for your flesh, your soul. while some ask, for deeds, noble and foul. but love in itself, teaches you to live. to ask for so little, and give and give and give.
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yesterday i thought we'd meet tomorrow, but it seems it was yesterday.
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typo it's funny how the loss of a forgotten rhyme pricks me more, than the loss of the one i meant to write it for.
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august and so, in the month of august, i'll be left alone, wondering if we ever met and actually held hands last year, in the month of august.
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apocalips what if we kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed? the world is ending, the oceans are spilling, i know, right? but what if we kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed?
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apocalips what if we kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed? the world is ending, the oceans are spilling, i know, right? but what if we kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed?
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everyone for some i was fire, for some i was ice. for some i was nasty, for some i was nice. some kept me close, some kept me at bay. for some i stayed too long, for some i ran away.
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dyslexia i set out sober, writing down the thoughts in my mind. in a blink, something moves, something changes, i don't know why. and suddenly it all feels different, drifted far away from what i had planned. the haywire mess is now a kaleidoscope, reflecting memories intoxicated by you.
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fickle i see that you've started to read someone else's rhymes. also, you seem to find peace in songs that aren't mine. you smile even wider at the jokes they crack and this, on my frail heart, leaves fissures so fine. so tell me, if you really, really loved the sun, would you abandon it when it has too much to shine?
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since when did it become so loud that you chose to be quiet instead?
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https://t.me/themoodyfellow All about the admin. 👆
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anonymous i lowkey know who you are, but secrecy, i see now, has its own sweet joy.
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drenched and may you be showered with so much love that you forget if grief was ever a thing.
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the pretty girl the little girl sold roses, in the sun, and in the rain. i mostly saw her bare-foot, as i hurried to catch my train. on the busy roads she roamed as if she never heard of toys. brushing past pretty girls, who sought flowers from their boys. upon selling one she smiles, and then toils on in need. who knows she got a sister, or maybe a family to feed. one day, i walked to her, my train had time to spare. "so don't you like roses?' she then gave me a stare. caressing the drops of dew, i then asked for the price. "how many do you need?" "just one would be nice." the brightest one in the pack, she pulled out for me. in her eyes i only saw, the warmth of what could be. i took it without a thought and tucked it behind her ear. handed her the rupee note, "it would suit you better, dear!" a bit startled and shy, she giggled and gave a sigh. one final adjustment to the rose, and then we said goodbye. i saw her galloping to the mirror, the train on platform three. hoping she would tell her herself, "maybe his pretty girl was me."
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(untitled) let's say we met again, not by choice, but by chance, this time. the cinematic lock of eyes, the urge to break free, the shiver down our spines, standing rooted like a tree. as always i'm scared to even brush your palm, but now you seem too busy to notice the lost calm. so if i try to pretend that i don't remember you, tell me, would you try hard to forget me too?
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ember and when they found a lighter in his pocket, they didn’t ask if he smoked. instead, they wondered if he might let something too precious be gulped by the flames.
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salt i weathered the world, didn't even sigh. i tried peeling onions, they made me cry.
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