Poems from Fitzy Marlote

Why do they keep doing this to me? Don't they know I'm F'ed up on several meds? That I'm emotionally unstable? They do know I'm weak and...
Be it a single lumen or roaring bonfire, my feelings for him burn purple; Pink (love) + Blue (lust). Depending on the fuel, green flames...
Precious to me is he who's friendship is geater in value than any metal.   He who suffers the pangs of loneliness, self-mutilation of...

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