Poems from Harmony Sapphire

I just want a paycheck to a middle class life. I just want a husband so I can be a wife. Still living with this bullshit hype.
If the eyes are the window to the soul. Yours is powerful & captivating. In your eyes it's like an Egyptian sunset. Not knowing you I...
I don't want to smell your barbequed flesh. The bloody juice mess. The pasturized puss.
I wish you hell. Through a stairwell. Or elevator.
My eyes are so red I can barely keep them open. The eye drops don't work. It's been like that for weeks.

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