Poems from 15cfisk

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fighting crohn's disease and depression one poem at a time
in the fourth month i was still wishing it would work rusty pennies in the hand of a tender heart must be worth more than a cent maybe...
maybe it feels like looking down at the rope that holds you and realizing it's only made of thread. if she loved me, why would she choose...
perfect polaroids, tucked carefully into corners of my memory her, barefoot and silhouetted by the bathroom light her, kissing my cheek in...
damn right, i’m falling and i’m spending the distance complicit  in thinking and wishing for better days, older days, newer days, you-er...
she left and i stole her favorite color powder blue is mine now. too pretty, too special to get stuck in the sap of last year’s memories...

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