Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
It'd be better If this damp melancholy Was out of the norm   Or would it be worse?   I played this song for you After our bitter fight   To...
You raze the earth With your scorching, poisoned words It burns your tongue as it does my soul and my heart weeps for you   Your eyes ...
I believed the growing glimpses of your struggles to be signs of growing trust   But no You were using me   You and I, we were a one way...
Laden with heavy droplets Glowing with golden rays   Flooding, filtering Reflecting, absorbing   So weighty  Feather light in appearance,...
I'm a grown green pea plant A tiny sapling ripe with seeds   Bearing immature fruit, dangling Awaiting to be picked Eaten and spat.  

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